It seemed a bit unwise to rush back at this time, but he was not just for the short-axe tribe, but just wanted to make money when he was in trouble. Several large tribes in the mountains and forests competed for hunting grounds, and the tribe leader of the Broken Blade tribe's tribe's tribe's house, just like a group of monkeys fighting for a dead tree, thinking not to let others occupy it, but did not notice that the tree was about to fall down at any time.

As expected, he encountered several waves of enemies along the way. When he encountered a slightly weaker strength, Le Dongliu had no other words and drew his sword and killed him. When he sensed the spiritual sense and sensed a large number of enemies from afar, he immediately turned his head and chose a way to escape. He rushed back to the tribe's territory with a quick horse. Suddenly, he suddenly heard a loud shout in his ear: "Don't let go of any short axe tribe."

"Today is the time when the Short Axe Tribe changed its name. Those who know the times are heroes. Now it is still time to stop, otherwise there will be only one dead end." This voice is extremely domineering. Before the voice fell, strong fluctuations of vitality were transmitted. Immediately afterwards, waves of vitality fluctuations surged around, and there were loud noises of fighting, which were coming one after another, as if suddenly someone attacked everywhere in the Short Axe Tribe.

Le Dongliu took away the wild horses and carried the deer in one hand, jumped onto a tall tree and looked into the village from the sky. At first glance, the originally quiet short axe tribe was already in chaos, with chaotic battles in the east, south and west directions. Broken blades and short axe fought again. The huge black heavy sword and the huge Xuanhua axe were too conspicuous. There was also a group of Black Sky Gang gangs galloping horses to rush back and forth in the tribe. However, they were ambushed by warriors ambushing the various houses of the short axe tribe and forced to fall into street fighting.

But the gate of the Dazhai was occupied by a burly figure. The sturdy momentum and stinging posture could be determined without exploring the skills. It was the leader of this operation, the "King of Heitian Gang". He watched the battle below from a high place, and seemed to be very leisurely. Seeing their situation, they were obviously at the upper hand and they had to take down the short axe tribe at any time.

All this happened suddenly, and everything had already been planned.

The tribe leader, coach, and elder in the entire Short Axe Tribe were all defending the enemy, and they were all held back and couldn't get rid of them. Only the players were free, but in the face of this sudden blow, they seemed to be numb. Their first reaction was not to kill the enemy, but to find a safe place to go offline to hide. This was obviously prepared. Judging from the orderly attack on the Short Axe Tribe, the attackers were very familiar with the Short Axe Tribe.

Le Dongliu snatched a few heads from the ground, and saw that the situation was settled and turned around and was about to leave. However, a wind was swept, like the cold wind blowing in the crack of the door in the cold winter. The wind stopped opposite Le Dongliu, and a burly man appeared from the strong wind. He held a black heavy sword in his hand. Seeing Le Dongliu's eyes red and burning with raging flames of hatred - it was the leader of the Broken Blade who had escaped from the battlefield at some point.

"The Strategy of the Wind", Le Dongliu also has a book. He looked at him sideways and remained silent for the time being.

"Hahaha, the net of heaven is vast and sparse, and God finally can't see it. Let me meet you little thief again. Haha..." The burly man, Broken Blade, laughed wildly at the sky, and he actually felt that Le Dongliu was already a meal on the plate, and he could take it casually. Xiaolu looked at the tall figure beside him worriedly, and his little brow frowned seriously for the first time.

"How did you find me?" Le Dongliu asked calmly.

"You want to know? Humph, let you die with your eyes closed. I, the inheritance of magic weapons in the Blade Tribe, aren't that easy to get?"

Le Dongliu nodded slightly and said calmly: "It turns out that the matter is from this. It should be a simple blood sacrifice technique. If it appears within a certain range near you, you can sense it by you using a special method."

Duan Ren's face changed, and he didn't talk nonsense to him anymore. He used the heavy sword to lie on his chest, shouted, "Come on your life", and then he fitted and rushed towards the other party.

Le Dongliu stayed and just wanted to hear the explanation. Now that he had finished listening, he naturally wanted to leave. Regardless of whether Xiaolu wanted or not, he lifted her collar with one hand, and a high horse neighed behind him. He opened his mouth and spit out, and a sword light blurted out and turned into Bai Lian, cutting the enemy's head. After suffering a loss once, he naturally knew that the martial arts of spitting white light on his mouth were very powerful, so he cut it off at the beginning. However, the spiritual sword seemed to have substance but not substance. The martial arts below the level of Xuan broke the defense 100%. When he passed through his body, he still cut the broken blade's chest without exception.

The Broken Blade was hit by this blow, and his chest was blurred on the spot, and the blood trough was empty by a quarter. He was shocked and turned around and happened to see Le Dongliu riding a horse and running wildly.

The deer was lifted backwards in the air, and the scene of wild horses running wildly in front of her was retreating. She was so scared that she kept screaming "ahhhhh". Le Dongliu casually put her behind the horse. She grabbed Le Dongliu's clothes tightly in fear and never dared to let go again.

"How can I leave?" Broken Blade concluded that this ultimate move could not last long, otherwise he would have to take his life by spitting a few swords. Regardless of the continuous bleeding from his chest, Li shouted and waved his sleeves, and his whole person turned into a strong wind, using the strong wind to chase him wildly.

The strong wind rolled up the snow and blew straight towards Ledongliu, cold and cold.

Le Dongliu turned his head and looked back, narrowed his eyes, and the long sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed. The faint sword roar spread out, but his body ran wildly and did not stand up at all. The sword was like black light and penetrated into the strong wind and snow that the enemy was rolling up.

This scene seems familiar. Isn’t the four-level elite warrior I met with in the first place the same body style, but he was killed in the strong wind. However, the strength of the Broken Blade Tribe leader was obviously higher than the number of people last time. He kept clattering in the strong wind, but his speed did not decrease and he caught up with him. Le Dongliu could vaguely hear the screams of the residents of the Central Plains of Dazhai. He had been together for a few days, but now it seemed that he was about to return to a piece of data. Even the heartless deer felt a little unbearable, but Le Dongliu’s expression was cold-eyed from beginning to end, without any movement.

He kept riding his horse, but he was wondering in his heart that the King of Black Sky had not appeared yet.

"It's better if you didn't show up, I'll clean up the Broken Blade first. The lord of a small tribe really thinks he can do anything to me?"

Le Dongliu did not look back, but said a loud voice to the deer behind him and pointed his finger into the strong wind. The Black Flame Sword's sword suddenly became prosperous, and it flew out without any warning, turning into a light sword sound. It rolled up into a black sword shadow from a white snowy wind. The whole body's spiritual consciousness was concentrated on the Black Flame Sword, and the invisible soul power flowed through the sword like a clear spring, attacking and killing the enemy with all its strength.

At the same time, he casually asked a strange and gloomy bone jade necklace. He whispered a few words in his mouth, and his soul power was suddenly consumed. He threw it into the wind and snow, and the pitch-black bone jade necklace suddenly spread in the wind and instantly turned into a piece of black smoke. Three huge black skulls appeared and became a three-talent formation, trapping the broken blade in it.

This evil black has completely offset the whiteness of the wind and snow.

Le Dongliu stopped and looked serious to defend against the enemy. Bone Jade Necklace: It can launch the Three-Class Ghost Formation, which has the effect of trapping the enemy, filthy flying sword, and stunning the soul. As the leader of the tribe, how could Broken Blade not recognize the only magic weapon of the tribe? Seeing Le Dongliu being able to activate it, all the dead souls suddenly emerged and didn't care about chasing it. He urged his Yuanli to transform into a giant sword in the air to break through the Three-Class Ghost Formation.

But Le Dongliu had a high experience, and naturally, he could not compare to his son's broken sword. When a black mist fell, he could no longer distinguish things.

Broken Blade's eyes suddenly couldn't see the objects, and his ears were filled with ghosts and howlings. His mind trembled, as if he was about to make him dizzy. Broken Blade's heart was shocked, and his thoughts were immediately increased by the formation. The horror turned into horror, and the giant sword's rushing momentum was immediately hindered.

At this moment, Le Dongliu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he opened his mouth and spit out a white light again, and instantly broke through the sword move of the Blade Clan leader's Yuanqi transformation. It turned out that he had been fighting for so long, and his skill cooling time had passed, and the "Yijian Jukong" was used again. The huge Yuanqi Xuan Iron Sword was successfully torn open by this white light, and the vitality was penetrated into a large hole, and the black smoke "guugu" was poured into it.

Le Dongliu kept controlling the Black Flame Sword and whistled the sword, he instantly broke into the move of the Yuanqi-turning sword from the gap. He suddenly felt a chill behind his head, like frost falling from the sky. He couldn't help but turn his head to face it, and his eyes were full of dazzling black light.

"Class leader~~"

There seemed to be a scream in the dark, and the sound seemed to be coming from a very distant place, illusory and unreal. But after a series of severe pains behind his head, he also saw a corpse pierced through the back of his head in the void falling into the boundless darkness, and then fell into the boundless darkness.

The person who ran over was nothing but Shi Man, the coach of the Broken Blade Tribe.

He was shocked and shocked at this time. He naturally knew how strong the leader of the Broken Blade tribe was. As the number one master in the Broken Blade tribe, Duan Blade was actually killed by this young man. He thought it was a sure thing, but he didn't expect that he would end up killing the tiger and would become food. He was really shocked. At the same time, he also felt very hatred for Le Dongliu. The hatred made him lose his mind. He raised the black iron heavy sword high and stepped on the ground with both feet. Two huge countershock footprints appeared on the ground. With one sword, he actually broke through his usual limits, which was more powerful than usual, and was covering Le Dongliu.

Le Dongliu's skill was just used at this time, and he released his ultimate move twice in a row, and fought with the Broken Blade for so long. Even though his soul power was amazing, he was still exhausted at this moment. Suddenly facing Shi Man's attack, he really put him in danger...
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