Sacred Devil

The aboriginal friar who had been shot to the ground was unstable under the gun of Han Li. At this time, mozak and Xiao city rushed out in an instant.

Two people's speed is very fast, Xiao city is like a group of flames, the sword in the hand with a burning power, instantly waved down. And mozak seems to be transformed into a ray of thunder, with an incomparably powerful destruction potential!

Pooh!

Suddenly, the swords and swords in the hands of Xiao Cheng and mozak instantly fell, and then, two blood gushed out, and the seven indigenous friars instantly fell down two.

The remaining five Aboriginal monks did not have the slightest fear, their eyes showed a thick and indifferent color, and then, the whole body blood boiling, the whole person seemed to fall into a crazy state.

"Be careful, everyone. It's very likely that they will enter a state of bloody chatter." Chu Yue took a deep breath and looked at Xiao Cheng and others.

All of them nodded, and there was a trace of solemnity in their eyes. Xiao Cheng and mozak were able to climb to the extreme, and the moves in their hands were also used to the extreme. They attacked the five Aboriginal monks crazily.

"Li Yu, prepare for the magic storm!" Chu Yue looked at Li Yu and said with a deep breath.

Li Yu nodded, his eyes were full of dignified color, and Wang Shiyan and Ye Ling also made a seal on both hands to condense the Dharma decision.

As for Jiang Hao and the leader of the aboriginal friar, they did not do their best. However, after seeing that their own people had fallen down, the head monk's eyes were full of anger.

"Damn you!" Looking at Jiang Hao, the head of the aboriginal friar, his whole body strength suddenly soared. Then, his whole body blood continuously boils, and his whole person's momentum is much stronger than before.

Boom!

First of all, the aboriginal friars waved their spears. Suddenly, there was a ripple in the void. The spear was like a mountain, oppressed.

Jiang Hao's face smile, there is no trace of emotion in his eyes, he took a step forward with the knife.

Suddenly, the momentum of Jiang Hao's whole body constantly soared to the sky, and then, he cut off with a knife, unstoppable!

"Cut the emperor!"

Jiang Hao was furious. The sword he had cut was more overbearing, but Jiang Hao was like an emperor who controlled the killing and cutting. No one could defeat him!

Peng!

All of a sudden, the sword fell down, and the spear collided with the sword. The aboriginal monk who was the head of the sword was blown out and landed heavily on the ground, which made a huge hole!

Although the head of the aboriginal friar to fly out, but Jiang Hao is not good, he felt his internal organs have been the head of the aboriginal friars to hurt.

"A burst of strength!" All of a sudden, the friar yelled angrily, his feet touched the ground, and the spear in his hand was long again. Jiang Hao charged!

Jiang Hao's eyes remain unchanged. He looks at the head of the aboriginal friar who rushes towards him. The immortal chopping knife in his hand is waiting for him in an instant. The immortal chopping knife in his hand condenses the magnificent power.

"Mountains and rivers are broken!" Jiang Hao was angry, and his eyes showed a trace of indifference.

All of a sudden, the sword was cut out, and the air around was crushed, just like a knife breaking through mountains and rivers, attacking the head of the aboriginal friars.

First of all, the strength of the aboriginal friars is also very strong, eyes are full of thick cold color.

Boom!

Suddenly, knife and gun collision, two people back a few steps, the strength is equal.

"Outsiders, do you really want to fight against our Lirong tribe?" The chief monk looked at Jiang Hao and said with a deep breath.

Jiang Hao's face was calm, and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes. He said slowly, "if you want to kill us, do you want me not to resist?"

The first Aboriginal friar was silent. If Jiang Hao's strength was weaker, he would kill me. But Jiang Hao's strength was almost the same as his own, and the monks under Jiang Hao were much better than his own people, so he didn't want to fight with Jiang Hao any more.

"I just want to recover the treasure of our tribal heritage, which happens to be in your hands." The chief monk looked at Jiang Hao, took a deep breath and said, "we can also show enough sincerity to exchange."

"I don't know what tribal heritage treasure you are talking about. I don't know where the Lirong tribe is and what to fear. Therefore, if you want to fight, you need to talk nonsense!" Jiang Hao looked at the head of the aboriginal friars and said.

"You can't use our tribal heritage treasure. Instead, you will absorb your energy." The chief monk said eagerly.

Jiang Hao was stunned and looked at the aboriginal friar with a faint smile in his eyes.

He now knows that the treasure of tribal inheritance in his mouth is the magic bead. However, will Jiang Hao hand in a magic weapon?

Of course not!

Poof!

All of a sudden, mozak and others who were still fighting killed an Aboriginal friar again. The head monk's eyes twinkled with gloom. Looking at Jiang Hao, a calm face, he threatened: "outsiders, I advise you to hand over the inheritance treasure of our Lirong tribe, or you will all die here."

He believed that Jiang Hao would surely hand over the treasure of tribal heritage.Unfortunately, he underestimated Jiang Hao. Jiang Hao was a strong man during the period of robbery in his previous life. He never cared about any threat. Moreover, he didn't think the Lirong tribe could threaten him!

A magic weapon level of tribal heritage treasure can make Jiang Hao ignore any threat. After all, the temptation of a magic weapon is too strong!

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