When the enemy met, he was extremely jealous. He swung the black iron sword in his strong arm of the broken blade. Li shouted: "Short axe, you and I have been together for many years, but I have been willing to kill my son cruelly. Those who know the truth immediately handed over the murderer, otherwise they will never die with your short axe tribe today."

Short Axe snorted angrily: "It was you who sent your son to the hunting territory of my tribe to find a gap, and to pursue and intercept the tribe members. Now that he is not as strong as others, he was killed but was killed, but he wants to falsely blame his mistakes on my tribe. It's so outrageous! If you want to fight, fight. If you really think that my Short Axe tribe is bullied!"

After hearing this, Duan Ren became more and more angry and his face turned red. He saw his son's tragic death with his own eyes. He was clearly dead in the territory of Duan Ren Tribe, so what was the territory of the Short Axe Tribe? Such a distortion of facts is really too much. He is not a good person who is good at theory, and he shouted, "Ah, the hatred of killing his son is irreconcilable, come and take your life."

"Good come!"

The two of them had a surging vitality on their bodies. One of them turned into a thick green Xuanhua axe that was five meters high, and the other one turned into a black heavy sword that was nearly seven meters long. They stepped on the trunk of the tree and flew out like a big bird in an instant.

The sword and axe attacked, and the force weighing hundreds of pounds and thousands of pounds suddenly surged and collided continuously. The vitality was as bright as colorful glass, splashing everywhere, and the powerful energy burst out, causing the nearby trees and rocks to be destroyed one after another.

A warrior with a slightly weaker strength cannot even get close to him.

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On the other hand, the highest force took over the work of Wuchang Sword and led a group of players who had not yet officially entered the Body Tempering Realm to launch a Jedi counterattack. However, the gap in strength was too big. Even if there were indigenous warriors supporting him, they would suffer heavy losses.

At the corner of the woods, Lin Xiaolu had just obtained a black iron sword of a low-grade mortal soldier. When she was about to wave it happily, she tragically found that her Loli's little hand was too small. Even if her attributes did not weaken, she would not be able to pick up the iron sword, but the size of the sword seriously affected her mood to hold the sword.

"When will this unlucky body grow? Do you want to find a small sword to play with?" She was so depressed that a scream suddenly came from behind. She was shocked and looked back and suddenly realized that it was a warrior from the original resident of the Broken Blade Tribe who was knocked away by someone. The place where she fell was her hiding place.

But this time, the warrior struggled a few times, and was injured and got up by himself. As soon as he looked up, he saw the little loli holding a black iron sword in his hand and "eye at him" with him.

"He is a member of the Short Axe Tribe. Although he is a child, this sword was obviously taken from the tribe members of his tribe..." The situation was obvious. He would not hesitate and rush over with a muffled groan.

Xiaolu was a little panicked and took a few steps back. After all, she was not a real six-year-old genius girl, but a sixteen-year-old genius girl. After panicking, she reluctantly calmed herself down. She subconsciously used her only martial arts, Huang Xiang, to fight against the enemy, "Look at me Huang Xiang's tooth..."

"Little beast, seeking death!" The big man Li shouted, and his steps were slightly wrong to avoid this attack. His eyes were instantly fierce, and he raised his sword and slashed over.

"Ah..." Lin Xiaolu screamed, and at the critical moment, she actually put her head on her hands and didn't dare to look at her. At this moment, even though she had the choice of intelligence and a genius of intelligence, she was unable to face it because of her age and a simple knowledge. Such a cruel and evil scene had already made her numb.

"cut--"

Just now, a clear shout spread throughout the woods.

A black light was like smoke, instantly piercing through the woods and slashing the head of the man. The injured man was not a fuel-efficient lamp. He sensed danger and changed his body like the wind. He avoided the Le Dongliu sword and at the same time, he held a sword in his hand and smashed the flying sword towards the flying sword.

How could he know that the Black Flame Sword is so easy to avoid?

The black flame sword, more than three feet long, was covered with misty black flames. Jian Chuyi fell, and the sword body immediately turned extremely agilely in the void without stopping. The sword body trembled and slashed towards the back of the person's neck very quickly. The sword body rose with black flames, and the speed was extremely fast. The man was shocked and had no time to avoid it. The next moment, the back of his neck hurt and he lost consciousness.

After succeeding, the Black Flame Sword did not stop, and flew over the deer's head again, and rushed to the battlefield not far away.

Only Lin Xiaolu's wide eyes were left, full of shock.

Not only was she shocked, but a flying sword that suddenly came out killed several people in the crowd one after another, as neatly as cutting melons and vegetables, really shocked many warriors present. The enemies and we all were like this. The people in the Short Axe Tribe did not know whether the master of the sword was a friend or an enemy, so they did not dare to act rashly. The people in the Broken Blade Tribe had already roared angrily.

"What kind of sword-controlling technique is this? Whose demon is there? How dare you come to attack my Broken Blade Tribe?!" The elder of the Broken Blade Tribe, Shi Man roared. He and several warriors held the four sides and smashed the Black Flame Sword with one sword, "Pretending to be a god and getting out!"

The Black Flame Sword was smashed and the attack was interrupted. After staggering, it flew back into the woods.

The next moment, a young man as sharp as a sword jumped down from a tree at a high altitude, caught the Black Flame Sword, and fell down. The Greedy Wolf, who was hiding behind the indigenous people in the distance, shivered as soon as he saw this figure, and subconsciously took a few steps back to the crowd.

Only then did the people of the Broken Blade tribe see clearly the black flame sword in the young man's hand. Isn't it the sword of the young clan leader Duan Dao? Where can I know who the murderer was? I suddenly had his eyes ripped and looked at him with a full of evil spirits, "Murderer, come and take your life!"

"Don't hurt my tribe's people!" The wolf should come forward in time, and his fists condensed ivory to block this attack.

Le Dongliu didn't say a word, his steps retreated, but his hands did not stop. He threw the Black Flame Sword into the void again, and his sword pointed in the void. The sword in the void was like a person holding a sword and attacking. The enemy chased him quickly, but he was no longer as fast as the sword. It was obviously a small black Flame Sword, wielding in the air to control the sword, but it had nearly a thousand pounds of force. One jin and thirty kilograms, and nearly 30 kilograms of force hit them, causing their fierce momentum to pursue him to abruptly.

All the players present were stunned. Is this person really a player? How could he use the sword attack technique?

The highest force was even more shocking. Master, what is a master? This is a master! He subconsciously lost a search technique. The information fed back from the Reincarnation Emblem was only one name, "Ledongliu"! All other information prompted that the permissions were insufficient and could not be viewed.

He was stunned for a moment. Is this the situation? But it is certain that this person is a player.

The people present were the most powerful people in Le Dongliu, but he was very useless and started to work on catching experience. With the help of Lang Ying, the coach of the innate tribe, and others, it was easier for Le Dongliu to finish the attack in the crowd.

The martial artists of the Blade Tribe are not low-know, and they have seen the means of attacking weapons by controlling weapons. In the world of the barbarian bones, disciples of the Tianzun camp visualize the pure Yang Tianzun Dharma image and cultivate spiritual thoughts. They can mobilize the five elements of heaven and earth to a limited extent, issue some magic skills, and also emit "army-controlling skills". However, the "army-controlling skills" attack rhythm is slow, and one turn is released and one turn is retracted, allowing people to calmly prepare for defense. Even if those with high-spirited spirits can attack soldiers out of thin air for several rounds, and their power is great, they cannot achieve long-term long-range attacks against swords.

The ability of the people in front of them really subverts their cognitive view and is beyond their expectations.

They were very uncomfortable with this martial arts, so they had to flash again and again. However, no matter how the sword flashed, it seemed as if it had already expected it, and it changed along with his flashing, with the sword sealing the throat.

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