Across the heavens to be a bandit

Chapter 365 [Kill! ! ! 】

Thick and powerful, the combination of swords and swords like raindrops, but still unable to break through the qi shield.

But he made himself extremely embarrassed, with scars all over his body.

Regarding this, little Tuoba looked indifferent, walked into the battlefield with his knife in hand, held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and said slowly:

"Since you want to die, then I will satisfy you.

Finally, I would like to ask you a question, why is your vajra state different from that of my two followers? "

Use his stellar energy as Li Beang's diamond realm?
Hearing this, Xu Qianqiu laughed and did not explain.

Little Tuoba, Tuoba Chunxun, was ignored by this guy several times, and even suffered enough, so he curled his lips.

The old man in brocade robe and Duan Boer returned, both of them concentrated their minds at the same time, knowing that the young master's bad temper was gone.

The slaughter is about to begin!
A colorful python jumped out of the ground ten steps in front of Xu Qianqiu, and came to kill it.

Behind him, a huge body crushed a ravine on the grass, and two giant pythons slid and pinched each other, crashing into their backs.

Xu Qianqiu didn't care about the colorful python attacking on his back. Why should he be afraid of a mere beast that hasn't turned into a dragon?

Raising his hand, a handful of green grass flew from the palm of his hand, and he used the grass-turned flying knife to fly out.

The three pythons were immediately riddled with holes.

The ferocious colorful python, with a body as long as three feet, split fifty or sixty blood grooves in an instant.

Struggling vigorously, after falling to the ground, he was dying.

Seeing that the person in front of him had strange methods and unfathomable strength, Tuoba Chunying didn't dare to take risks lightly, and had his heart in mind.

Looking at those people, in his opinion, the leader of the big tribe who is as cheap as an ant, Qucha'er, waved at the group of cavalry who had already been frightened, and said with a smile:

"Go, distribute twenty mang knives to the herdsmen, and tell them that if they want to survive, they must chop this young man to death.

Regardless of whether they are hacked to death or not, as long as I raise the knife, I, Tuoba Chun Falcon, promise to give them a thousand taels of gold and ten thousand heads of cattle and sheep. "

The leader of the big tribe captured Cha'er with mediocre force, but he also knew that the young man in white was extremely difficult to mess with.

However, if you let him squeeze the persimmons, it will be easy to do.

Leading twenty riders, he galloped forward and came to the herdsmen. He dropped more than 20 reckless knives and said grimly:

"Have you heard clearly, our little son of the Northern Mang Army God just said that you just have to raise your sword at the thief who fled to the territory from the Southern Dynasty.

Golden thousand taels!

Thousands of cattle and sheep!

Moreover, as King Ying of this grassland and the leader of the great tribe, Qucha'er, I also promise you that this lake and this pasture will be given to you as a gift!

If you don't know the fun..."

Cha'er gave a sinister smile, looked at the herdsman, made a gesture of wiping his neck with a knife, and said sharply:

"One word, die!"

Tuoba Bodhisattva's youngest son?

The old patriarch called Yan'an Bao, and his heart was ashamed.

Seeing that there were actually quite a few young and strong herdsmen among his tribe, moving their steps to pick up the mang knife, the old patriarch widened his eyes and said angrily:

"you dare?!"

The young and strong herdsmen just paused for a moment. When they saw compatriots from the clan stepping out of the queue one after another, their original wavering determination no longer hesitated, and they silently picked up a pair of reckless knives with clear blades.

The herdsmen's wives and children also turned their heads away from watching this scene.

At this time, A Baoji rushed out of the tent, spread his hands, and stood between the cavalry and the herdsmen with swords, his immature face was full of tears.

The old patriarch closed his eyes, tears pouring down his face.

One old and one immature, two faces, in the time of life and death, it doesn't help.

Huyan Guanyin ran towards A Baoji, hugged him, and rolled to one side, dodging the furious horse that captured Cha'er.

As the leader of the big tribe, he is the undisputed master of this grassland, extremely brutal.

Xu Qianqiu turned his back to the herdsmen who came with their knives, and his mood was calm.

He has seen too much ugliness for the sinister heart, and he is no stranger to it.

For the life and death of the tribe and relatives, it is reasonable to put yourself in the position, whether to raise the knife or refuse.

He raised his hand, swiped across the air, and the river suddenly broke behind him, and a gully appeared on the grassland.

The herdsmen rushed forward, and there was a timid commotion and stagnation.

After the sudden crack on the grass, it seemed to draw a line between life and death.

No matter who you are or what the reason is, you will die if you cross the thunder pool!
Seeing the herdsmen stop, the old patriarch finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Xu Qianqiu glanced at Huyan Guanyin, opened his lips slightly, and entered the room via sound transmission.

After all, he flew up and left the land of this small tribe.

The little girl in black robe followed closely behind, not slowing down at all.

"Let's go too!"

As soon as the words fell, the second son Xu Fengnian and the three also flew up.

Seeing that these people were about to run away, little Tuoba immediately looked at the leader of the big tribe, and said angrily to him:

"Close the encirclement, if one escapes, I'll slash you!"

After chasing and fleeing, the crowd quickly dispersed.

People go to horse empty.

The old patriarch Huyan Anbao's tribe, all the herdsmen felt relieved.

For this small and weak exile clan, it was like a dark cloud above their heads. Although it hadn't dissipated, at least it wouldn't rain heavily right now.

The old patriarch, Huyan Anbao, was already disheartened, so he asked his wife to bandage Huyan Guanyin's wound.

Inside the tent, the girl was trembling with pain, but her face was still determined.

On the contrary, it was the child A Baoji who choked up and sobbed in distress.

Squatting on the ground, I dare not look at my sister's wound.

Bury your head in your knees.

The old patriarch Huyan Anbao said guiltily:

"We are the ones who killed this benefactor from the Southern Dynasty."

Huyan Guanyin hesitated to speak, the old man said worriedly:
"The one who chased and killed my benefactor should be Young Lord Tuoba."

On the grassland, a thrilling hunt was launched.

After leaving the Huyan tribe, Xu Qianqiu suddenly stopped in an open grassland.

Just like before, he cherishes words like gold, and has never said too much, only one word:

"kill!"

After the words fell, the little girl in black robe wearing a mask beside her made a decisive move.

The second son, Xu Fengnian, his follower Shu Shu, and Lao Huang, who lacked front teeth, turned around together and shot together.

Sword One, Sword Two, Sword Three...

After three years, Jian Jiuhuang's sword case finally came out of its sheath again.

250 cavalrymen, a little Tuoba at the peak of the second rank, and a master of the King Kong realm, one of the two top ten demons.

Ten breaths, 250 cavalry, dead silence, no more living people.

Among them, the leader of the big tribe, Qin Cha'er, was pierced through the chest by Lao Huang with a sword, and died in a heart-rending death.

This old guy, he eats chicken butts all the time, and he doesn't hesitate at all if he eats less.

After ten breaths, only little Tuoba and two magic masters remained.

That snake-playing master of the Vajra Realm, who ranked seventh among the masters of magic, was slapped into the grassland by the palm of the little girl, and his bones were broken into slag.

The other one fought with the second lord Xu Fengnian.

In the end, he also died tragically under the sword drawing technique.

A knife to the throat!

Now, there is only that one left, who is cruel by nature, has killed countless people, and does not want his brother to live past 40 years old, otherwise he will do it himself, the first son of Beimang, the little prince Tuoba with a sword hanging from his waist.

(End of this chapter)