At dusk, with the setting sun as bright as blood, everyone gathered together and Shi Pingfu told them his plan. Set off early the next morning, they were divided into two teams, with Meng Zhongliu, Pu Weisheng, Pu Yu, Zhou Ji, and Wei Shiqi at the front, and Wang Jin, Kou Yucheng, Zhang Guanfeng, and Huo Mian behind, four or five feet apart, echoing each other, along the Tongtian River. Going up the river, when they encounter a naked man, a voluptuous woman, an old man with a long beard, Wei and Kou will attack them head-on, while the others will wait for their cameras to move, either to restrain or to kill them, to prevent them from escaping.
Shi Pingfu was good at planning. He used a few pebbles as demonstrations to explain in detail the contingency strategies for various situations. There were dozens of them, and even the most picky people could not see any flaws. He always arranged for Wei Shiqi to be the leader, and Kou Yucheng to be the assistant, to face the impact of monsters and avoid putting others in danger. Wei and Kou had no objections, and everyone took it for granted that the former's great legal body was equivalent to The humanoid monster, the latter has been tempered in the Savage Bone Forest for many years and has rich experience. The two of them are the first to go up, so that they can fully demonstrate their strengths in swordsmanship.
However, the plan was not as fast as the change. Before it got dark, a sudden change occurred. The monsters of the Barbarian Bone Forest came and went, like a tide, rushing to Liren ditch and outside the wooden wall of the native village. At a glance, Chengdu Hundreds and thousands of them, with red eyes appearing one after another, roaring in low voices, pressing closer and closer.
Kou Yucheng was horrified. Before he could reveal Qiuzidi's abnormality, the monsters had already invaded in large numbers. Seeing that their advance and retreat were well-organized, it was clear that there was someone behind the scenes.
The sky was getting darker little by little, and the beasts were several feet away from the wooden wall, standing still. Shi Pingfu realized that they were waiting for nightfall, but he didn't pay much attention. Most of the incoming beasts were beasts, and there were few birds. They couldn't do anything with their swords. When the sky dawns, where can they escape to? It's just that the natives in the village cannot protect them all and can only let them fend for themselves. He called Jin Buhuan, the leader of the native tribe, and ordered him to prepare a lot of torches. The young and middle-aged men stayed behind and fought at night by burning lights. The women and children evacuated to the cliff peak and found a cave to hide.
The Barbarian Bone Forest is rich in a kind of "fat vine", which can burn for a long time after being ignited. The natives often use it for lighting. Jin Buhuan has a lot of foresight. He prepared hundreds of fat vines early, tied them into torches and stored them in the cellar. At this moment, the monster comes at night. He ordered the natives to put torches all over the wooden walls and lit them one by one, illuminating the village as bright as day.
The Kunlun sword cultivator leaned against the wooden wall and faced off against the monsters, each one eager to try.
When no one was paying attention, Kou Yucheng quietly moved to Shi Pingfu's side and nipped his ears for a while. Shi Ping remained calm, nodded slightly, glanced at Qiu Zidi, and whispered a few words to him.
The night was like a curtain, the stars and the moon disappeared, and the native village was surrounded by firelight, which illuminated everyone's face with uncertainty.
Xiaodie had already evacuated to Cliff Peak with the first group of women and children. Jin Buhuan calmed down a little. He realized that this attack of monsters was unusual. There were too many beasts. Even with the help of Kunlun Sword Cultivator, the village would probably be destroyed. Can't keep it. He regretted not seizing the opportunity to have a good relationship with Master Wei Xian. If he put all his chips in, he might be able to get a chance for himself. For now, he could only resign himself to his fate.
Shi Pingfu squinted his eyes and repeatedly scanned the dark skeletal forest. He didn't find the mastermind behind the scenes. He sneered secretly and thought to himself: "You clown, let's see how long you can hide for!"
He made a hidden gesture towards Wei Shiqi, indicating that he should come forward to explore the truth.
Wei Shiqi took out the five-color divine light sickle from his sword pouch, put it on his shoulder, and strode forward with a ferocious smile on his lips. He closed his eyes and opened them again, his eyes stained with a faint blood red. The violent anger that had been suppressed in his chest for a long time was like a volcano erupting, unstoppable.
The herd of beasts suddenly became commotion, roaring, cowering, provoking, bluffing, wanting to advance and then retreating, and so on. In the midst of the chaos, a Jinwen clouded leopard suddenly jumped down from the top of the tree, stretched out its front paws, and fell on its head. Wei Shiqi paused in his steps and punched out with his hand, hitting the vital part of its body. The clouded leopard seemed to have lost its weight and rolled upside down. When he came out, the place where he was hit by the punch was intact, but a big bump bulged out on the other side of his body. The skin was torn open and the internal organs were crushed into a pulp, mixed with congestion and blood spurting out.
Wei Shiqi's cruel methods aroused the anger of the crowd, and the monsters swarmed forward with the same hatred.
Under the jumping firelight, a pale silver light lit up, and the five-color divine light scythe waved at the waist. In a trance, the flying scythe turned into the skeleton of the Maurya King, with the beak as the tip, the head as the blade, the ridge as the handle, and the five-color feathers circling and flying. , exuding the breath of death, wherever the silver light went, it was destroyed and flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Blood rained down like rain. Wei Shiqi did not dodge. He was bathed in the blood and his clothes were soaked. He did not use any magical powers. He waved the Divine Light Scythe with his right hand to harvest lives, and activated the Penglai bag with his left hand to absorb the souls. In a few breaths, he would go up. Hundreds of monsters were slaughtered.
Everyone looked at each other, chills rising in their hearts, and their faces became a little ugly. A "mule" who was a human-male hybrid and had no descendants was so powerful that they seemed a little incompetent in comparison.
Shi Pingfu sighed softly and said: "The legendary sickle of the God of Death is nothing more than this..."
