Chapter 80 Qiao Yun is dead?

The man who was pulled by Bramu said with embarrassment, "Young master, how dare we steal what you value, this..."

Bramu roared; "Get out of here and look for it immediately. Even if you go through the whole Kassala city, you have to find it for me. Otherwise, you rice buckets come to see me..." After saying that, Bramu pushed his men away and immediately sat on the ground.

His men quickly stood up, and Qiao Yun, who was entangled with other hands, asked embrageously: "Young master, what should he do?"

As soon as his men mentioned this, Bramu turned his head and looked at Qiao Yun. His blood-red eyes shot fiercely, and his fists were clenched with a murderous momentum.

As soon as Qiao Yun appeared, the thousand-foot shield seemed to disappear out of thin air. Bramu calmed down and his face was dark. He said for forgiveness: "This guy will lose the secret method that has been passed down for a long time; taking things from the air? Anyway, I must take back a thousand-foot shield... That's my thing, and no one can take it away..."

Qiao Yun is also anxious. I don't know whether the black mandarin has made it or not? In addition, Bramu's men are obsessed with themselves, and it is difficult to get rid of these guys. It seems that there is another vicious fight.

On the other side, because the thousand-foot shield was thrown into the sky, Qin Lei wanted to take it back but was suddenly stopped by the five people of the Blood Eagle Religion, which also made him furious.

Qin Lei did not hesitate to be seriously injured and used the strongest move to kill the three Blood Eagles. The other two knew that Qin Lei had been injured, but they knew very well that there was a great difference in strength between the two sides and had to escape.

At the same time, a black mandarin came not far away and said to Qiao Yun: " boss, the scroll has arrived. Get rid of those guys quickly..."

"Blackloach, hurry back to the hard stone and don't let anyone find out. The boss will be back later..." The black wondy got a thousand-foot shield, which also made a big stone fall in Qiao Yun's heart and quickly sent a sound to the black wonton.

"No, the boss won't leave, and the black hoach won't leave..."

"Get out of here quickly... Don't worry, the boss is not in danger.

"But..."

"Don't be, leave quickly, or the boss will be really angry..."

"Okay, boss, be careful."

The corners of his mouth hesitated fiercely, and Bramu shouted coldly, "Hand over the thousand-foot shield to me, otherwise don't blame me for being cruel..."

The figure flashed quickly and repelled the entangled two people. Qiao Yun sneered and said, "Really? Which eye of you saw me take away a thousand feet of shield from your hand? Don't blame me without any evidence..."

"Well, it seems that it's useless to talk to you more." Bramu shouted coldly, "I can't measure my strength, give it to me..."

This time, Bramu has put a lot of effort into it. Even half of a dozen of his men have reached the fifth level, and the rest are about the fourth level.

In the face of the siege of so many people, Qiao Yun had to dodge and take advantage of their unpreparedness.

Although Qiao Yun's strength is only in the fourth level, his speed is comparable to that of the fifth-level peak fighter, unless he encounters a fighter or warrior who practices wind attributes. However, martial artists have congenital shortcomings, which also leads to few people practicing martial arts.

Qiao Yun walked through more than a dozen people with an indistinguishable figure. Several people in the fourth level did not even touch the corner of Qiao Yun's clothes, and the master of the fifth level hit a fighting spirit to break through Qiao Yun. Qiao Yun's figure immediately turned into shadowless, hitting just the remnants of Taoism.

Qiao Yun suddenly flashed in front of a fourth-level man, with five fingers claws and quickly grabbed his throat.

The man's throat was crushed by Qiao Yun's claws, and blood spewed out and fell to the ground.

The figure turned leisurely and kicked another man's thigh with his left foot. With a muffled sound, his thigh was kicked and broken by Qiao Yun on the spot.

The warrior is heavy on speed and physical toughness, but when fighting with the higher-level fighters, the warrior's disadvantage also appears. In less than two minutes, Qiao Yun killed the fourth-level practitioner, but the fifth-level master could not shake it at all.

The fifth-level master can condense into a fighting spirit shield, and Qiao Yun can't completely smash the fighting spirit shield with one fist. Even if one fist smashes the fighting gas shield, as long as the fighting gas is not exhausted, it can instantly condense the fighting gas shield.

After a lot of tossing, Qiao Yun was already panting and sweating. Qiao Yun calmed down; "No, if it goes on like this, if you don't get rid of these guys, you will be exhausted..."

Qiao Yun decided to win or lose with one move, using his strongest move; Falling Flame Rift Mountain.

With a flash of shadow, Qiao Yun picked up the long sword on the ground and immediately ran into flames. The soaring flames surrounded his whole body. The air was suddenly hot, and waves of heat wave spread around.

"This guy is both martial arts and still such a domineering skill. No wonder the second-level junior strength can kill Wu Liu and Li San two months ago..." Bramu looked at Qiao Yun, who was surrounded by soaring flames, hesitated fiercely twice and said in consternation.

The two people of the Blood Eagle Sect were injured, and Qin Lei did not take advantage of the situation to pursue him. His heaviest weight was a thousand-foot shield.

Qin Lei, who was in mid-air, looked at the movements below, and his face was suddenly tense, but it was a joking smile and said; "Interesting, interesting... There are still people in this world who dare to practice such domineering skills..."

"The Falling Flame Cracked Mountain."

With a low shout, the hot fire immediately filled the whole alley.

"It's not good..." Qin Lei exclaimed and quickly protected himself with fighting spirit.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Sand splashes, houses collapse, rolling sand and dust are intertwined with fiery red heat waves.

After a while, the sand and dust sinking and the heat wave receded before I saw a scene in the alley.

Qiao Yun's whole body was shabby, his long hair was messy and vaguely floated out of smoke, and only the sword in his hand was held in his hand with the hilt of the sword. And the rest of the people are also embarrassed and have no difference from Qiao Yun.

"Wow." Everyone spit out a mouthful of blood, of course, Qiao Yun is no exception.

"Oh..." Qiao Yun dropped the hilt of his sword and immediately flashed to the left alley.

"Would you like to run? No way..." Looking at Qiao Yun, who was about to escape, Qin Lei in mid-air immediately flew over and appeared in front of Qiao Yun.

Qin Lei patted a palm, and a palm was imprinted on Qiao Yun's chest.

"Puff......" Blood spewed out, and Qiao Yun flew dozens of feet.

"Boom..." Qiao Yun's body was attached to the wall on the spot, and the wall immediately collapsed.

The sand is permeated, only a large pile of bricks piled up there, and Qiao Yun was buried alive below.