The night was very quiet, and there were only a few bonfires in the Broken Blade Tribe burning weakly. Several indigenous guards leaned lazily on the grass next to them and fell asleep. After a moment, a panic figure quickly escaped back and immediately shouted loudly when he saw the fire, "Sneaking, someone attacked, the short-axe tribe hit him..."

This sentence immediately caused the guards of the Broken Blade Tribe to burst into trouble. After careful inquiry, a hunting captain suggested to surround him and received a response from everyone.

Le Dongliu on the other side squatted on a snow-covered tree trunk and waited silently. After a long time, his body shook slightly and he stood up. Finally, he reached the target.

This is a team that looks a bit beyond the standard. The exquisite weapons and heavy armor all show their extraordinary strength. Leading is a tall heavy sword warrior wearing rhinoceros horn armor. He has a few stylish braids and beards, wearing mail, and a cloak of hunting animals, which is daunting.

The enemies gathered together to act, which was a little troublesome, and Ledongliu decided to wait patiently for the enemy to separate.

He didn't ask him to wait for long. Such a group of people was inefficient in searching. The leader was also very confident. As soon as he approached the woods, he let the team scatter in a fan shape to search. He didn't realize that there was a monster in the woods, and he actually awakened the innate soul. His spiritual sense even engulfed every move within a radius of 1,000 meters into his senses.

Le Dongliu looked for the warrior closest to him, touching him, and his eyes were fixed on the throat of the strong man in armor. Then, Le Dongliu clamped the sword-control technique with his hands, and a green light came out with the sound of Qingyue sword, whistling in the air, heading straight for the enemy's neck.

"Sword Emperor's Sword Control Technique" attacks with swords, the soul power consumption is immediately reduced by 20%, the sword speed, attack frequency, and sword power all surge by 20%, and the sustainable attack time is longer.

Although the green lightsaber is not very sharp, it is easy to cut the weak skin on the neck. It cuts the trachea, throat, carotid artery, and vagus nerve under the skin. The dark red flowers suddenly flow out happily. Le Dongliu clearly saw that the warrior's blood strip suddenly became empty in his vision. His body suddenly bounced up and fell heavily. The dead fish's eyes were protruding and then became confused.

A fatal golden number of "1560" appears, and a warrior with a double body quenching level will kill instantly!

There is no hesitation at all, and it is ruthless!

The magical sense of sword controls, a weak point critical strike, and such a sword that has reached "2700+" is inevitable in the face of this weak defense of the second-level warrior of body tempering, a sword is inevitable. He quickly ran to the corpse and took out two small armors and thirteen swords of waste money, which was considered a small explosion.

The next six warriors, Le Dongliu, made the same move and went forward to snipe them one by one. The attacking part was still the opponent's throat - this was also the only key point in the enemy's body that was not wrapped in chain armor.

Finally, he had to face the armored heavy sword warrior with the fourth level of body tempering. Le Dongliu's tactics remained. However, the moment the sword swung down, the heavy sword warrior suddenly opened his eyes wide, roared, and suddenly jumped up, slashed with a heavy sword.

"When..." A loud bang instantly scattered the green light sword. The green light sword shook a few times, almost falling to the ground, and swayed into the woods. The figure sitting cross-legged on the trunk in the distance shook slightly, stood up and took over the green light sword flying back in the air.

The warrior repelled the sneak attack with one blow, and immediately took out a whistle and blew "whimper" towards the tribe.

Le Dongliu saw that things were not done, and he did not force it. His mission had been completed long ago, so it would be unwise to collide with high-level warriors now.

"Who is coming? Why did you invade my Broken Blade Tribe?" The burly man had his hair and beards and roared at the woods in the dark. His voice came several miles away, with the style of Zhang Fei yelling at the Dangyang Bridge.

When Le Dongliu heard the question, he felt that a high-level warrior's spirit was locked on him. The fourth-level warrior has experienced the realm of "calcining meat, practicing tendons, rough skin, steel bones", and has greatly improved defense, roots and bones, and his agility has been greatly improved. Moreover, his qi and blood have been strong, which has already given birth to the spirit of the warrior. After all, the soul has not passed the thunder tribulation. After all, it belongs to Yin. When encountering this martial spirit like fire and blood, it will have a certain inhibitory effect on cultivators who can only calm the spirit of the soul, which will make him feel that the sword is not smooth. Le Dongliu immediately knew something was wrong, and turned around and left.

"Your Excellency, when I am the Duanren Tribe, can you just come and go if you want to come." The big man sneered and stepped forward. His whole person was like a ball of wind blowing by, and he disappeared in an instant.

The wind blew straight towards Le Dongliu's body, cold and cold. Le Dongliu narrowed his eyes, and the long sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed. The faint sword roar spread out, his body was still motionless, but the sword was like a green light slashing through the air, piercing into the strong wind a hundred meters away.

The sword emperor uses sword skills, and the sword moves as his heart is.

"Dangdangdang..."

A series of collisions came from the wind, and fierce battles intertwined. In a moment, it was impossible to decide the winner. The man was at the level of an elite captain. His attack was extremely powerful. Every time he made a move, he could hit the power of a long-range sword without falling behind. The battle between the two sides was swept by thousands of pounds of gravity, and a towering ancient wood around him was in trouble. Every sword was cut, and the wood chips were flying, and it was unbearable.

Le Dongliu frowned slightly. After all, the green light sword is mortal iron. The spiritual sense is obscure and difficult to pass through. The efficiency is extremely poor, which seriously hinders the power of his sword control, making the power of the spiritual sense of a thousand pounds unable to be exerted.

As soon as he closed his sword light, he turned around and acted and was about to escape.

"Where to go!"

The big man cried out and jumped into the air. The strong wind roared and rolled up thousands of snow. The force of hundreds of pounds stirred up the strong wind. Within a radius of dozens of meters, it was covered by fluttering white snow, which was hard to see with the naked eye. The big man was not afraid. The spirit of the warrior had locked the opponent in his spirit, but no matter how low the visibility was, he could not stop his sword. The fighting method of the body-cultivating warrior was melee combat. Whenever he fought, he would approach the enemy at the first time.

He roared, his speed surged, and he rushed forward. He had just rushed into the snow barrier, but suddenly he saw Le Dongliu suddenly turn around and turn around with a calm expression. He was shocked and subconsciously wanted to attack. Then he saw Le Dongliu open his mouth and vomit, and a white light blurted out like Jian. This attack with all his strength almost poured out in an instant, causing him to dizzy and almost fell to the ground.

The white light turned into a handleless sword shape in the air, making a crisp sound of swords, as if it was extremely excited. At a speed beyond imagination, it went straight away from the block of the heavy sword and stabbed into the throat of the man in the strong wind. The man was shocked and raised the heavy sword to block it like a conditioned reflex.

Accompanied by a scream, the strong wind dissipated instantly, and a string of blood flew in the air, and the big man showed his body. He stroked his throat with one hand, his eyes protruded, his eyes were frightened, and he had an incredible look.

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