Extreme martial arts

Chapter 152

Qin Ming has been in seclusion for half a month. During this half month, great changes have taken place in Houtubu Shizhai.

On this day, the weather was clear, but the sky above Shizhai seemed to be covered with a layer of haze.

In the stockade, there is no such joy as in the past, and everyone is in a hurry. No matter what they do, the middle-aged men in the stockade always wear stone soldiers on their bodies.

Even the two tribal leaders, Kuishan and Wutu, are not smiling now. Although they are calm on the surface, there is always a lingering worry deep in their eyes.

As for Litu, he was holding stone soldiers like a door god, stationed outside his house, and no one in the village was allowed to approach, for fear of disturbing Qin Ming's retreat.

Trying to know that if Qin Ming succeeds in this retreat, his strength will be greatly enhanced, and at that time there will be another strong support in the village.

Before Qin Ming retreated, following the change of the stone pagoda that day, the pseudo-ancient tribes surrounding the Houtu tribe sent scouts to the Houtu tribe to investigate. On that day, Wutu had already discovered no less than ten tribes. the scout.

In the past half a month, the number of scouts outside the Houtubu has continued to increase. Now there are already twenty scouts from the Pseudo-Ancient Clan wandering outside the Shizhai. Unusual movement.

In an instant, the entire village was in preparation mode, ready to fight at any time.

They didn't panic, they just had weapons in hand, they continued to work on weekdays, and lived in the wilderness all their lives. They knew better than anyone else the cruelty of the wilderness.

On the wall of Shizhai Village, Kuishan and Wutu stood side by side, overlooking the bushes below, condescending, allowing them to see farther and more clearly.

There was silence outside the village, even the sound of the wind had disappeared, and from time to time some bushes could be seen shaking and stopping in a flash.

The faces of the two were a little ugly, Kui Shan said: "There are already twenty scouts outside, that is to say, there are twenty tribes entrenched outside the Houtubu, ready to attack at any time, what should we do now?"

Wutu's eyes showed solemnity. Things had exceeded his expectations. Twenty tribes besieged Houtubu, which had never happened since he became the guardian of the tribe.

There are hatred conflicts between the Pseudo-Ancient Clan and the Ancient Remnant Clan, and there are also hatred conflicts between the Pseudo-Ancient Clan and the Pseudo-Ancient Clan. The fighting is constant, and it is difficult to have a large-scale joint operation, let alone the twenty pseudo-ancient The scene of the Tube after the joint siege of the ancient tribes.

"If it doesn't work, we can only contact the other six ancient survivors and ask them to help." Kuishan came up with a solution.

Compared with the numerous contradictions among the star-like pseudo-ancient clans, there are only seven ancient survivors who support each other. For thousands of years, the relationship between the seven ancient survivors has never changed. This is why they can survive in the wild. Another way to survive.

"The distant water can't save the nearby fire, and there is not enough time. The seven ancient survivors are scattered in the wilderness. When they wait for someone to rush over, the Houtu tribe may not exist long ago." Wu Tu shook his head and sighed, and his expression immediately became stern. A stern cold wind turned over his body, and the patterns on his body shone brightly, saying: "I said, come one to kill one, come two to kill one pair."

Wutu's words were full of murderous intent, and the aura exuding from his whole body was like the cold air of Jiuyou, which made people cringe. While speaking, he took a step forward, but he stepped on the air, his body was black, gold, red, The khaki-yellow four-colored light lit up, and the patterns appeared, and a ripple emanated from him.

"Not good." An exclamation full of fear suddenly came from the bushes below. For a moment, twenty bushes shook violently, but the moment the sound sounded, ripples swept in, and in an instant, the shaking stopped.

At this moment, the area covered by the ripples was completely quiet, the wind stopped and the sound disappeared, even the leaves falling from the ancient trees stopped in mid-air, and the insects on the trunk that were sucking the branches and leaves of the ancient trees were still, The nearby low-level monsters still kept eating. For a moment, everything was forbidden, as if time didn't move.

Wu Tu's body was full of four-color rays of light, like a sun, with an indifferent expression, walking in the air step by step, and finally stood in the air, his eyes staring: "Explosion."

The sound came out, like thunder and thunder, and twenty explosions sounded at the same time. Where the bushes shook before, there were broken pieces of meat, stumps, and blood like a fountain.

Twenty pseudo-ancient scouts were all killed in an instant!
If Qin Ming were here, he would definitely be extremely horrified. The blocking power that Wu Tu displayed this time was even stronger than the last time he dealt with Qin Ming. This ability is clearly the symbol of Wu Zong!

Twenty scouts were killed in an instant, everything around them began to recover, leaves continued to fall, insects shook their tentacles, and the eating monsters continued to eat as if nothing had happened. Everything seemed to have never happened. The broken limbs and the twenty glaring blood-red places let people know that the previous scene happened for real.

Wu Tu stood in the air, with four colors of light shining brightly, illuminating his lean muscles into a bronze glow, full of strength, his black eyes looked at all the areas in front of the gate of Shizhai, and he shouted loudly: "There is If you plant it, just do it directly. I, Wutu, are waiting for you at any time. Sending two or three of these cats, cats and dogs as outposts will lose the reputation of the major tribes. If you have any means, just use them. I will follow the Tubu, Ruoer, etc. If you can't destroy my Houtubu, the next day, I, Wutu, will personally lead Houtuerlang to Pinger and other tribes, and anyone who offends my Houtube will be killed!"

At the last kill word exit, the light on Wutu's body suddenly became brighter, his black hair danced wildly, animal skins were hunting, a hurricane swept across the front, and all the trees fell down. In an instant, this side of the sky was silent.

This time, Wutu truly showed the powerful strength of the guardian of the tribe, and the word "kill" was utterly tyrannical, as if at this moment, there was only one person in the world!
There was no response. After Wu Tu let out his voice, there was no response from the forest covered by green trees in front of him, as if nothing existed.

"No guts." Wu Tu sneered, the light on his body faded, the patterns returned to normal, he turned around and walked back to the gate of the village.

"Your strength has improved again. With you here, Houtube still has hope." Seeing Wutu's thunderous methods and the strength he displayed, Kuishan finally squeezed a smile on his face.

But Wu Tu shook his head: "If they came out to fight me just now, although I can't kill everyone, I can at least save some of them. They are trying to dodge like this. Once the war breaks out, we will We can only stick to the stone stronghold but cannot rush out to kill the enemy, if the stalemate continues for a long time, we will be exhausted by these twenty tribes, and I will also be exhausted by these more than 20 strong men."

The smile on Kuishan's face disappeared again, and he looked sad. Wutu's strength is Wuzong, and he has four attribute patterns. His strength ranks in the top three among the four major tribes, but among the pseudo-ancient tribes, it is because Due to inheritance problems, Wuzong could not be born, so the highest strength is only Wuhuang. Every pseudo-ancient tribe has at least one Wuhuang, and the twenty tribes have at least twenty Wuhuang.

Although Wu Zong was able to control one side of the space, facing a large number of Wu Emperors, he would be exhausted and die.

As for Kuishan himself, he was only in the early days of the Martial Emperor, and he could only deal with one Martial Emperor in battle.

If the situation Wutu said really happens, the Houtu tribe will usher in a disaster. The combined population of the twenty pseudo-ancient tribes is definitely several times that of the Houtu tribe, even if the combat power is not as good as that of the Houtu tribe. People, but relying on their superiority in numbers, they can forcefully consume the tribesmen of Houtube.

In this way, the strongest force was restrained by at least twenty Martial Emperors and could not go out to wash the crowd. Facing an enemy several times their own, the situation of the Houtu tribe has reached a desperate situation!

"Otherwise, let's try to bring the most elite hunting team to sneak attack on the base camps of these twenty tribes. When they attack Houtubu, their rear will definitely be empty," Kuishan said.

Wu Tu shook his head: "The Pseudo-Gu people care about offering sacrifices to the Buddha Pagoda and the inheritance inside, not people. If it is exchanged with clansmen, I believe that they would rather sacrifice their own tribe and agree to exchange sacrifices to the Buddha Pagoda. After all, people If they are gone, they can be plundered and reproduced again, but there are only seven pagodas for offering sacrifices to Buddhas!"

"Is there really no other way? Could it be that Heaven has killed me, Hou Tubu?" Kui Shan had a bitter expression on his face, and his stooped body trembled slightly.

Wutu supported Kuishan. This old man dedicated himself to the Houtubu. As the guardian of the tribe, he dedicated himself to death. Why not the chief of Kuishan?

"Perhaps, it's not a hopeless situation. We still have a chance." Wu Tu said with a sigh.

"Where is the opportunity?" Kuishan asked as his eyes lit up as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

Wu Tu turned his head to the gift-giving stone pagoda in the village. Standing on a high place, he could clearly see that beside the stone pagoda was the home of the old patriarch Kuishan, and Li Tu was guarding the door with a serious face.

"Perhaps Qin Ming is the last ray of life that our ancestors sent us, and perhaps he can help us Houtubu out of desperation." Wu Tu said slowly.

Kui Shan was even more puzzled, and also looked at his home, saying: "Although that kid Qin Ming is very talented, but he is only in the early stage of a great martial artist. The crisis of the Houtu tribe, what really decides this war is the top strength of the major tribes, and there are at least twenty Martial Emperor powerhouses, how can Qin Ming be their opponents?"

Wu Tu shook his head, and said: "Old patriarch, do you still remember that when the hunting team went out to hunt this time, Qin Ming rescued Li Tu and other nineteen tribesmen under Qing Tianpeng's self-destruct?"

After listening, Kui Shan's eyes suddenly brightened, his hands as dry as tree bark grasped Wu Tu's hand, and said tremblingly: "You mean, Qin Ming really has some powerful treasure, which can protect him from Qing Tianpeng's self-detonation." Let’s try our best to help them, and this time, the crisis of Houtubu may have to rely on Qin Ming’s secret treasure to solve it?”

Wu Tu took a deep breath, let the air circulate in his lungs before exhaling, and said: "I'm not sure, after all, we were not there when they encountered Qing Tianpeng's self-explosion. Adding to the picture at that time, it is inevitable that there will be some errors, now we should pray to our ancestors for blessings, Qin Ming really has some powerful treasures that have not been shown, otherwise, the Houtube will be in danger!"

(End of this chapter)