Fighting Po: From the Outbreak of Poison

Barbarians, Meteor God Valley.

The sky was covered with overcast clouds, dozens of huge space flying boats were stagnant in the air, and majestic fighting spirits emanated out, and the terrifying momentum penetrated the world.

And on the north side of the Meteor God's Ravine, figures floated in the sky, fighting spirit swelled all over their bodies, their aura was not weaker than the lineup on the opposite side of Meteor God Ravine.
"This soul race really thinks highly of my barbarian race."

Jiang Li's indifferent eyes swept across the air. The strong men from the Soul Clan were not that strong for the ordinary Eight Ancient Clans, but they were destructive to the forces of the non-Ancient Eight Clans!

"There are as many as five of the four-star Dou Sheng level powerhouses. The Soul Clan seems to abide by the agreement of the eight ancient Clans."

Qin Yuanshan nodded, fierceness flashed in his deep eyes, and he said solemnly, "But, does he really think that my barbarians are those cowards in Central Continent?"

"If you want to bully my barbarian, no matter who he is, he will throw a few mouthfuls of meat!"

Several other Maishou with the strength of fighting saints also echoed, especially the big man with a hideous scar on his face, his words were full of fierceness.

The strength of the barbarians is different from that of ordinary people. Take Qin Yuanshan as an example. The strength of the three-star fighting saint in the late stage is in the extreme north, with the blessing of the power of the netherworld and the power of the beast soul. The combat power of a three-star fighting saint in the late stage will not be inferior For a four-star fighting saint.

But even so, it is indeed a little bit reluctant to stop the five four-star Dou Sheng late-stage powerhouses.

The cold wind fluttered, and after a short while, a figure swept over the spaceship, and the aura surging around him was obviously also a strong man at the peak of Dou Zun.

In such a huge battle, the effectiveness of a strong man at the peak of Dou Zun can't be less, and his status has also been lowered again and again.

The figure flitted out, and the voice, wrapped in fighting spirit, resounded throughout the world.

"The holy son of the barbarians, challenge the majesty of our clan, today we are ordered by the patriarch to step on the barbarians and capture the holy son!"

"If there is any disobedience, they will be killed without mercy!"

The rising waves were rolling, stirring up the black cloud constantly, and the barbarians here, all the pulse heads, all looked gloomy.

To step on the barbarians and capture the Holy Son?
Isn't this a slap in the face of his barbarian? !
"joke!"

Qin Yuanshan stepped out, shouting like thunder rang in the ears of the black-clothed Dou Zun, the rolling sound shook him until his mouth and eyes bleed, and he retreated muffled.

"Qin Yuanshan, as the leader of the barbarian clan, why do you have the nerve to attack a Dou Zun?"

One of the five four-star fighting saints walked out, waved back the black-clothed fighting master, then looked at Qin Yuanshan with a sneer in his eyes.

The other four also sneered, Dou Sheng, as the pinnacle existence in the world today, all have their own pride!
What's more, they, the fighting saints of the ancient race, look down on those fighting saints from the outside world even more.

Qin Yuanshan stared at the former coldly and kept silent.

"Qin Yuanshan, for the sake of being an old acquaintance, I will give you a way to survive."

The grey-clothed Dou Sheng raised his hand, and said somewhat like alms, "Hand over that kid named Su Chen, and I don't want to slaughter your entire barbarian clan."

"You, I will also speak to the patriarch to protect you from death."

"By handing over the Holy Son, I will lose my dignity as a barbarian?"

Qin Yuanshan sneered, "Hunyuan, other people are afraid of your soul clan, but I, the barbarians, are not afraid. Don't treat my soul clan people as those soft-legged shrimps on Central Continent."

"Since you are so stubborn, let's see if it's your stubbornness, or your barbarian's fate!"

Hearing this, the Holy Soul Abyss grinned, his dark eyes fell on the dark crowd behind Qin Yuanshan, then he raised his palm and swung it heavily.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The sound of rolling war drums came from above the soul clan warship, and the sound waves hit the dark clouds covering the sky.

A series of pitch-black figures flitted out of the warship continuously, flying towards the barbarians at an extremely fast speed.

"Get up!"

Qin Yuanshan squinted his eyes, waved a black flag in his hand, and let out a loud shout.

Dozens of semi-holy powerhouses behind the heads of the barbarian tribes took out scrolls from the ring of acceptance, filled the world with fighting energy, and then poured them all into it amidst the turmoil.

hum!hum!hum!
When the ear-piercing buzzing sounds sounded, in the God Meteor Valley, white lights flickered, and a moment later, beams of light pierced through the air, pointing directly at the powerful soul clansmen who flew towards the barbarians.

puff!puff!
In the sky, there are continuous flashes of blood, and screams resound, echoing between the heaven and the earth.

"The old man wants to see how many people in your soul clan dare to die like this! How many lives will come to fill my Meteor God's Ravine!"

Across the God of Meteor Ravine, Qin Yuanshan snorted coldly, his old face was full of murderous aura, and he had long been unaccustomed to the Hun Clan's way of doing things.

"What is there to be afraid of in a mere formation?"

With a strange laugh of disdain, four figures stepped out from behind the Saint of the Abyss of Soul, fighting energy surged all over his body, the space oscillated, and the white lights soaring into the sky faintly stagnated.

"Destroy these formations by hand, and let the barbarians know the result of angering my soul clan."

The red-haired Dou Sheng powerhouse sneered, his gaze coldly swept towards the formations in the Meteor God Ravine, his tone revealing a strong domineering tone.

As soon as the words fell, the four Soul Abyss Saints all nodded, and the knots in their hands changed, and the billowing energy turned into fingerprints of energy, and fell towards the Falling God Ravine.

"The five people have made a move, should we do the same?"

Jiang Li's eyes shone brightly, standing beside Qin Yuanshan, he spoke softly.

"Don't do anything, I'll do it. These guys underestimate my barbarian background."

Qin Yuanshan waved his hands, stepped on the soles of his feet, and rose up from the ground. Behind him, an ancient phantom shook the void and slowly emerged.

That huge phantom was very ancient and mysterious. When it appeared, there was a resounding dragon chant between the heaven and the earth.

"Swallow your mouth!"

Sleeve robe waved, Lao Pi trembled on Qin Yuanshan's cold and serious face, a terrifying spatial fluctuation centered on him, spread out continuously, and finally appeared under the countless energy fingerprints.

The constant fluctuations in the space actually swallowed up all those energy fingerprints.

"Qin Yuanshan, don't be shameless!"

The cold voice of the Soul Abyss Saint resounded, "With your strength, trying to stop the five of us is simply a dream!"

As soon as the shout fell, the fluctuations condensed on the fingerprints falling all over the sky also became terrifying.

Apparently, seeing Qin Yuanshan obstructing him, the five fighting saints of the soul clan were really angry, and they had already used most of their strength before making the move.

boom!boom!boom!
Qin Yuanshan snorted and retreated a few steps. With his strength, it was really difficult to stop the attack of these five people.

The spatial fluctuations continued to collapse, and the white lights that soared into the sky were also extinguished one after another.

The hearts of the barbarian army were also shocked at this time, and their fighting spirit surged up, their eyes turned, and one after another silhouettes were already approaching.