Chapter 70 Strong Bull Dwarf

"Please give me steel and copper with strength and madness."

At Jianxiao, they were still sighing about copper. When the strength of the iron and copper beard was already the strength of the other party, the iron and copper beard hammer had been raised above his head at the same time, and a golden light bathed the whole body of the dwarf patriarch.

The sword clan and Jianxiao were not demented at all. They had seen this thing, and the golden light dissipated in the blink of an eye. A little giant with two arms appeared in front of the sword clan. Jian Xiao was on the verge of collapse with tears on his face.

As a conductor, Jian Xiao is really unlucky. After the ice storm swept, the dwarves were in a mess. God knows how many people the swordsman killed at once. After the storm, there were all kinds of corpses lying on the ground, and the swordsmen rushed out immediately after them. The ground was even more miserable and full of blood and mud. After the swords rushed over, it became a blank place.

At this time, a group of dwarfs had appeared on the hillside, and a new encirclement was about to form. Seeing the scene on the ground, the dwarfs hit their chests with their fists one by one, and the roar was deafening.

Dugu Caihua held the casting sword Wanrong behind him in one hand and rushed over slowly with a hammer in the other hand: " boss, there are many people behind us, and we are surrounded again."

Jian Xiao's eyes did not squint and stared at the steel opposite. Tong Xu: "You rush out quickly, and we'll break it."

Dugu Caihua said truthfully, "Why do I think you can't beat it?"

The ice blade in the swords's hand crossed his chest, which could block the steel. The hammer hit by the copper beard, the tiger's mouth was numb and even a trace of blood flowed down from the tiger's mouth. The sword clan has no doubt that if this hammer hits them, the sword clan believes that their martial arts skills will be abandoned. After the madness of steel. The speed of the copper beard has gone up several steps.

The condition of the sword flute over there is not much better, steel. The hammer in his hand is not only heavy, but also surprisingly strong. With a hammer, the state of the sword flute is a little better than that of the sword clan, but this can be ignored.

Steel. The hammer in the hand of the copper beard is as fast as a hammer. The swordsmen and the sword flute have lost the courage to carry it at all. They keep sliding their steps quickly under their feet, and their elegant light skills are exerted to the extreme at this time. Soon the swordsmen were depressed and found a fact, which was steel. The copper whiskers move faster than swordsmen and sword flutes.

For a while, the two of them have taken three steps back in a row and bear a hammer. If it goes on, the final result of the sword clan and Jian Xiao can be imagined. In terms of strength, they can't beat others, and in terms of speed, they are not as fast as others. Look at steel. The two big hammers of copper whiskers are like a windmill, and it is also like a hammer. Maybe this is the same gap between Jian Xiao and the sword style.

At this time, a new encirclement has begun to take shape. There have been continuous arrow feathers shooting behind the sword clan, and the dwarfs on both sides are also close to the sword clan.

The sword clan and the sword flute twisted their waists and turned their swords from time to time to block an arrow shot. The steps under his feet were also greatly affected at this time. And steel. The speed of the copper whiskers has not received any impact. In three steps, two hammers fell from the swordsman's head in a row.

When two sounds sounded quickly in Shun'er's ear, the wind and deafening sound of the hammer made Shun'er couldn't help opening the cloth on her eyes. This time, Shun'er was stunned. The sword clan raised his swords edge above his head, and a huge hammer pressed on it, and the tiger's mouth was broken. The cracked blood flowed down from the swordsman's wrist.

"Brother of the sword clan, don't die." In an instant, tears flowed down, making Jian Xiao, who had not noticed this side for a long time, turn his eyes. Jian Xiao saw at a glance that the swordsman's injury was very serious, and there was even a white arrow feather inserted behind him. This is his nephew. Jian Xiao rolled up the long sword in his hand and slanted down, and his feet retreated sharply. The hammer with bronze beard fell quickly in front of the sword flute, and directly smashed a huge pit on the ground.

At this time, Dugu picked up the broken GUA hammer in his hand, and the lotus flower at the end of the hammer bloomed under the operation of the machine. Sneedle, Sneedle, Sneedle shot out with the golden needle. The steel and copper beard did not dodge, and the dense golden needle pierced people's belly, and nothing happened.

Dugu picked flowers without any solution. Suddenly, the steel copper beard suddenly inhaled, contracted his stomach, and exhaled like a cow. Dugu picked flowers and shot back all the golden needles on other people's stomachs. How did it come from and how to go? Dugu Caihua glanced at the direction of the golden needles, and the small hammer in his hand danced like a wheel, knocking down these golden needles. Despite this, Dugu Caihua's cold sweat has flowed down from his forehead. For so many years, he has never seen the golden needle back, but he has never seen such a simple one.

In order to rescue the Soege sword clan who was forced to die, the sword flute over there was no longer care about anything else. He grabbed the half-scared Fokestrom on his back and turned to steel. The copper beard threw over: "Then, the ghost chases the jade."

Copper iron. The copper whiskers were furious and hit the body of Fox Strong, who was thrown over by the sword flute. The hammer sword clan with bronze beard can't stand it, not to mention this 10-year-old dwarf who lost his soul. A hammer hit Buddha's body, and the hammer hasn't fallen, Buddha Ke. Strong has been torn apart.

" Stop." The long sword in Jian Xiao's hand pointed to a white fragment slowly falling from the sky: "This is what you need."

The swordsman over there suddenly felt that the power of a thousand pounds on his body suddenly disappeared, and a white fragment was lying on steel. In the huge palm of the copper beard. And Buddha. Strong has also disappeared from the descendants of the sword flute, but there are piles of bones scattered on the ground.

"You take Buddha. Strong died." The swordsman was all about resisting the hammer hit on his head just now. Naturally, they didn't see the sword flute throw out the dwarf, but the bones on the ground and the fragments in his hand of steel and copper beard had made the matter clear.

"If you don't throw it away, you will die." Jian Xiao gasped and swept his descendants and shot down an arrow feather.

The sword clan does not know what to say. If they were themselves, they might also sacrifice the ten-year-old dwarf. People are selfish, and the sword clan never denies that they also have a selfish side. It's just that the fragment does not belong to itself. It must be attributed to it. Logically, the fragment should belong to the public loser who has been dead for several months.

" Stop it." Steel. Copper must have stuffed the fragments in his hand into his pocket. The sound is like a bell. With that sound, many people stopped on the battlefield, including the sword flute and the sword clan and those brothers.

Steel. The copper beard walked to the side of the sword flute, and the little giant who needed to look up in front of him suddenly clenched his fists, and the light attached to the steel copper beard also withdrew from his body. The little giant shrank a lot, and his height returned to the height of his arms.

A huge force hit the sword flute's shoulder, and the sword flute did not dodge, but was very alert: "We have no more fragments."

Steel. Tongxu patted hard and fiercely and laughed: "We dwarfs have always had clear grudges. Why don't we go to our dwarf city to eat and drink for a few days to show my respect for the Chinese people?"

"Well." Jian Xiao was really speechless. He had just beaten two pairs of people to death. In less than half an hour (one hour on the Asian continent is equivalent to 48 minutes on the earth), they are good at making friends in the world and have not turned this corner in their minds. After so many years in the world, I really haven't seen two sects beat you to death, suddenly stop drinking and talking.

"We still have something urgent, so we can only thank the patriarch for your good intentions." Jian Xiao experienced the order and quickly arched his hand.

Do you want copper and iron? Copper must send someone to see you off. Seeing that the guest in front of him was about to leave, steel. The bronze beard has no intention of retaining it.

"No need." Jian Xiao doesn't want a bunch of dwarves to follow him. While greeting everyone, prepare to leave quickly.

"There are no more than 100,000 Yi troops outside the golden hill." Steel. The palm of the copper beard patted on the shoulder of the sword flute, which did not avoid it at all. This force is so strong that the sword flute can't stand it. The expression on his face was even more painful.

But steel. Copper whiskers's words did fall on the ears of Jian Xiao, and there are only 30 or 40 people on his side. There is no problem for such strength to break through the defense line of the Violet Empire, but the biggest problem is that the golden tribe is nearly 500 miles deep from the nearest Chinese country, the Daqin Empire. Jian Xiao is not sure to take so many people through those levels.

"I don't know how the patriarch is going to send it?" Jian Xiao turned around and looked at the dwarf who was only as tall as his chest.

"I haven't asked for the names of several guests from afar yet." Steel. The copper beard smiled.

"Jian Xiao."

"Sword clan."

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After a round of introductions, the steel and copper beard suddenly changed color: "Jimo Villa?"

The sword flute kicked up the swordsman who was still wrapping gauze for his hand. The latter quickly finished wrapping the gauze: "It's the young owner of Jimo Villa."

The steel and copper beard stared at the swordsman for a long time, nodded and praised, "Yes, it's really a strong young man."

The swordsman was not angry, which was too sarcastic. Just now, I was almost killed by you. Thinking of this, the swordsman's eyes touched the big hammer again, and I couldn't help shivering in my heart. The scattered bones on the ground make the swordsman a little sad, although Buddha can. Strong was not abandoned by himself, but he did die because of himself.

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