037 suo luo zhu

037luo zhu

Tie Er's black eyes cracked and roared, "Mo Jian's little thief! If you destroy my iron armor guard, I will kill everyone in your Changhe tribe! Bring those bitches here!"

Tie Erhei is really too afraid of the runes in Mo Jian's hand. Runes correspond to the strength of practitioners one by one. Such as a third-order rune can pose a threat to the soul master. The fourth-order rune can threaten the great soul master. Originally, if Mo Jian plays one or two at a time, it will never be so difficult for Tie Erhei to deal with and dodge.

But this pervert is as few as seven or eight at a time, and more than ten at a time.

Every time he sees Mo Jian grabbing a handful of runes, Tie Erhei wants to plant Mo Jian's 18 generations of ancestors. He doesn't even have a third-order rune, this bastard...

The call for the armored guard is also a typical example of stealing chickens and rice. This is the hope for the future of the Iron Armor tribe, and the best youth of the whole tribe are among them, including Tieying, the grandson of Tie Erhei.

How can this not make Tie Erhei furious!

But the iron two black reason is still there.

The people who keep slaughtering the Changhe tribe in front of Mo Jian will definitely make him in chaos. At that time, it will be the time for this thief to accept his life.

One hundred people from the Long River tribe, with sharp knives hanging around their necks, were brought up by the people of the Iron Armor Tribe.

Twelve of them are the twelve elders of the tribe.

When he saw Qi Gong's face full of blood and poor appearance that had been tortured, Mo Jian's cold face finally changed, and his eyes were full of fierce murder, and he roared, "Tie Erhei!"

Tie Erhei smiled grimly and said, "Kid, you can capture them now, and I will let them go! Otherwise, I will kill these people immediately, including your seven fathers!"

"You want to die!" Squeezing three words from his teeth, Mo Jian grabbed a three-order ground hob charm and rushed up. He was in mid-air, condescending, and bombarded Tie Erhei fiercely.

The tragic appearance of Qigong aroused Mo Jian's unprecedented murderous heart.

Only by killing Tie Erhei and letting him die in his own hands can he get out of this anger in his heart.

Tie Erhei had been prepared for a long time. With a ferocious smile, his body retreated more than ten meters, and went straight behind the Changhe tribe. He said negatively, "Come on, grab another third-order charm and fight. I'll wait for you!"

The ground hob charm hit the ground, and hundreds of sharp knives suddenly rushed out of the ground, scattering bursts of cold light.

Mo Jian's eyes are colder, and his clan is in front of him. There is no use for the third-order runes in his hand.

He had long expected that Tie Erhei would threaten him, but there was nothing he could do.

Tie Erhei fiercely pressed the knife driving on the neck of a Changhe tribe. The man's head was cut off and rolled a meter away, and blood gushed from his head.

"Ky, just take it, or I will kill all the people of your Long River tribe!" Iron two black yin measurement channel. He no longer wanted to escape from the third-order runes like raindrops. Looking at Mo Jian's expression, he had found the best way to deal with the thief.

Mo Jian didn't say a word and slowly pulled the bow on the string, and the black-horned bow pulled into a full moon.

At this time, there is no way but to take the risk of using the Qing Emperor's ten strategies to defeat the strong.

Seeing that Mo Jian did not mean to comply, Tie Erhei sneered again, and another Changhe tribe was in a different place.

He wants to see what this boy can stick to. Even if he doesn't care about these ordinary people, doesn't he care about the seven princes who raised him?

The seven elders shouted sadly, "Son, let's go! Get out of here! When you are strong enough to deal with this old ghost, it's not too late to take revenge! Even if all the people of the Changhe tribe are killed, there will still be you! As long as you are there, the Long River tribe will be revitalized! Don't kill here in vain. Let's go!"

The elder also shouted, "Mo Jian, leave us alone! Get out of here! You have forced Tie Erhei to threaten him with such a despicable method. In a short time, his strength will be far above him. It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge, and it's not urgent overnight!"

The elders also began to advise.

Once upon a time, Tie Erhei was like a mountain in their minds, fearful and afraid. And they witnessed Mo Jian's growth with their own eyes. From six soul lines, to the 108 soul lines that broke the sky, to the soul people and soul warriors, to today, even they can't see Mo Jian's cultivation. From him forcing Tie Erhei to such a situation, he must have become a powerful soul master!

For many years, the soul master who has never appeared in the Changhe tribe has finally appeared today.

How can such a genius be folded here?

The seven elders roared, "Mo Jian, go! If you don't leave, I will immediately bite my tongue in front of you! Qigong will never forgive you for the rest of his life!"

Mo Jian's body is already trembling slightly.

He can ignore others, but he can't ignore Qigong. He is familiar with the character of Qigong and knows that this old man is as fierce as fire. He does what he says. If he doesn't leave, he is afraid that he will really bite his tongue and go to the local area.

However, once it leaves, the whole Long River tribe will suffer.

"They're right. Let's go first! If you don't go, Tie Erhei will definitely kill them one by one in front of you, make you messy, and then kill you in one fell swoop. His five magic skills are really difficult for you to deal with, except for runes!" Qingchan also advised.

Tie Er's black soybean eyes narrowed slightly. He knew better than anyone that once this man was free today, the whole iron armor tribe and himself would be finished in his hands in the future.

He has never seen a soul master who is less than 18 years old! He can't help but be afraid of such a talent!

Walking to the 12th elder of the tribe, Tie Erhei's right hand suddenly grabbed his head. His sharp dark blue nails were like sharp knives, which were fiercely inserted. The heads of the 12 elders suddenly turned into blurred broken bones and flesh, fell to the ground softly and immediately killed.

"If you dare to leave, I will kill all the people of the Changhe tribe!" Tie Er black sneered and came to the eleven elders, concocted it in the same way, and killed him.

The seven elders roared again, "Son, if you don't leave, you will be tricked by this old ghost!" Come on, don't you listen to Qigong?"

Mo Jian's face turned red.

In his mind, Qing Chan roared like a psychopath, analyzing how Mo Jian's mind would be messy if he continued to kill like this.

Tie Erhei is also coldly commenting on Mo Jian. He was waiting for the moment when Mo Jian lost his mind. As long as Mo Jian doesn't use runes, he can pinch the boy to death.

Mo Jian waved to the little pupil behind him, and the sad girl came over without hesitation and whispered to her.

The next moment, the black-horned bow suddenly appeared in his hand, and the bow was full of the moon, and the huge soul power stirred in the whole body, rolling and condensing in the bow.

"Wo!"

A black arrow turned into a red flame and shot out with the momentum of destroying everything at an unparalleled speed.

Mo Jian knows that this is his last chance.

If this arrow can't make a contribution, not only will you miss the opportunity to save the tribal people, but you and Xiaotong will also be in a precarious situation. For Xiaotong, he has to escape anyway.

So he told Xiaotong in an inaudible tone that once he failed, he immediately jumped on the flying boat and the two immediately fled.

This is the only way that Mo Jian can think of in a difficult situation.

So, this arrow is all his hope.

can only succeed, not fail!

From Mo Jian pulling the bow, pulling the bow to the transportation method that urges the Qing Emperor's ten strategies, and then shooting out, it will definitely take less than half a second.

However, at this moment, Mo Jian fell into a wonderful state again.

When he took the bow, he had a strong confidence and determination to kill Tie Erhei. When pulling the bow, Tie Erhei's body quickly became bigger in his mind. At the time of luck, the soul power in the divine sea seems to be eager and crazy. At the time of aiming and shooting, the breath of this arrow has firmly locked the iron two black.

When this strategy was just shot, Mo Jian knew that Tie Erhei would definitely die!

The iron two black eyebrows are as big as a drum face!

The arrow turned into a red flame, and the speed was like a meteor in the sky. The terrible power fell from the void and destroyed everything.

"Ah..."

Tie Erhei clearly saw that the red arrow tip, like a cloud of fire, was getting bigger and bigger in his eyes. He first grabbed the arrow shot by Mo Jian with his bare hands, but was surprised by its speed, but despised its power. I never thought that this arrow was completely different from the previous arrow.

The speed of this arrow has exceeded the thinking and reaction speed of Tie Erhei.

Tie Erhei was just so stunned that he just wanted to avoid it, but when he found that his whole body was shrouded in a huge breath, the arrow had solidly bombarded him in the middle of his eyebrows!

"Boom!"

Tie Erhei's head was directly bombarded into scum and instantly turned into blood rain and disappeared. His body stopped in place. It took seven seconds to fall to the ground.

The skill of one arrow kills the strong man of the eighth level of the soul master.

Whether it is the Changhe tribe or the Iron Armor tribe, they are all stupid in the local area. After a while, the iron armor tribe shouted, "The elder died, revenge for the elder!"

But more people fled everywhere in a hurry. For many years, the status of Tie Erhei in the Iron Armor tribe has been absolutely unfathomable and faith-like.

He is dead. Who can beat the other party?

Mo Jian, with a pale face, smiled with relief at the corners of his mouth and whispered, "Sister Xiaotong, help the elders untie the rope quickly!"

He slowly walked to Tie Erhei's side, groped for a while, and took out a yellow classic book. It was [Five Magic Skills], and there was also a light brown bead. The appearance was mottled, but there was a faint red light inside.

"This is aluo zhu!" Qingchan lost his voice.

"Sarozhu?"

Qing Chan shouted excitedly, "I told you that the second black soul master's cultivation can actually perform the fifth-order defensive soul skills and five magic skills. There must be treasures that ignore the level of soul skills on his body, which is this Raju!"

"Ignore the soul skill level? Is there such a treasure?" Mo Jian said with a slight surprise.

"Of course! The vast and complex plane is far beyond everyone's imagination. What treasures are there? Generally speaking, practitioners practicing soul skills are closely related to their own cultivation. If their cultivation is not enough, it is impossible to practice higher soul skills! It is rumored that Sluozhu is a treasure handed down from a higher plane, which can ignore the poor soul skill level of the first level. Iron Erhei could only practice the fourth-order defensive soul skill, but with it, he can practice the fifth-order defensive soul skill and five-way magic skills!"