For Ti Luo, he must get rid of Li Donglai quickly. The two sides are already face to face, and there is no possibility of turning back. If you want people not to hold grudges, it is only a dream.
Moreover, looking at Li Donglai, he is actually such a monster. He can actually kill Yan Qingmang, who is at the first level of Yijin, with a mere blood coagulation state. Such an enemy must be nipped in the bud and must not be left behind.
Tiro let out a strange scream, and he was like a giant bird with open wings, swooping down in the air, waving and clawing with his hands, like a pair of giant eagle wings, bringing up bursts of flying sand and rocks, and strong winds cutting his face.
Golden Winged Dapeng Fist!
Tiro's bloodline is that of the Golden-winged Dapeng, a famous ferocious bird in ancient times. His boxing skills have made him famous in the Chicheng area, and even the city lord Long Ao dare not look down upon him.
This time, Tilo had no intention of holding back. Once he took action, it was a sure kill.
The hands are grabbing at each other like tearing apart the sun and the moon, and the feet are kicking and kicking like falling down a ladder.
Golden-winged Dapeng Fist, tearing apart the sky and destroying the sun!
The rest of the surrounding Heitianling bandits were a little slow in reacting. When they realized something was wrong and Yan Qingmang was killed, there was an uproar.
Yan Qingmang, who has a great reputation, has a strong ability to change tendons, and has a talent for blood. How could such a person be killed by a young man in the blood coagulation realm?
This is simply incredible, impossible and unacceptable explosive news.
Countless people's minds went blank, feeling that their long-established level of strength was shattered by Li Donglai at this moment.
What happened immediately was that the boss, Tiro, suddenly took action.
Tear the sun and moon with both hands,
Both feet step on the universe,
The golden-winged roc is the fastest and most ferocious.
Seeing Tilo take action, for a moment, he had the illusion that the mountains were shaking and the earth was shaking, and the sun and moon were dimming.
Li Donglai, no matter how evil you are, we have already formed a deadly feud. If you come to Li Mansion tonight, you will have offended this evildoer to death. In this case, then kill them all!
This is the true psychological portrayal of Tilo at this time.
Qi and blood boiled and roared out from the acupuncture points all over his body, forming a large bloody net on the fingertips of Tilo's hands and between his feet, like the mouth of a giant beast, pressing down straight.
Divine grace is like prison, Divine power is like the sea.
Ti Luo pounced, tore and stepped on him, and for a moment he felt as if he was an eagle fighting a rabbit and was unable to resist.
This is not entirely an illusion, but a misjudgment in vision, hearing and intuition caused by the huge gap in realm and mental power.
All the Black Sky Ridge giant thieves who saw this scene were full of confidence in their master. No matter who the enemy was, even if they were masters of the second and third levels of blood coagulation, they could only drink hatred in front of the master's Golden Winged Dapeng Fist.
part of defeat.
Because the master's natural bloodline is the golden-winged roc, his shooting speed is the best in Chicheng. Even the city lord Long Ao is only half a point behind.
Everything happens in a flash of lightning.
A master of the second level of Yijin uses all his energy and blood, and that power is enough to change the color of the world.
Flying sand and stones, Tiluo's hands turned into giant wings, his feet turned into bird claws, and he tore downwards——
Boom boom boom boom!!!
The deafening sound of air explosions was like thunder and lightning, smoke and dust burst out from the ground, and a person could be vaguely seen being blown into pieces by Tilo.
The overall situation has been decided.
All the Black Mountain Bandits present could not help but heave a sigh of relief when they saw this scene.
Although they didn't want to admit it, there was indeed something weird about that Li Donglai, so that these Black Mountain bandits, who did all kinds of evil and were ruthless, were trembling in their hearts, fearing that they might not be able to kill Li Donglai.
But now, it's all finally over.
"Boss Tiro is mighty!"
"The master is invincible and invincible in all battles!"
"Master, can we count the harvest?"
Amid the excitement, there were pairs of greedy eyes. There was no benefit and everyone was working so hard to grab chestnuts from the fire before the major families could react. Isn't it just for the benefit of Li Donglai?
After receiving the looks of awe or greed from his subordinates, or the compliments that came from all over the place, Tilo, who was in the trap, was about to respond with a smile, when suddenly his body froze.
wrong!
This feeling is...
As the head of Heitian Ridge and the leader of thieves who have been in Chicheng for more than ten years, there is a look of horror on his face.
The next second, a hand, white and clean, exuding elegance, and like a finger with some special mysterious charm, stretched out from the darkness and pointed at Tilo's face.
"Ah~!"
Amidst the shrill screams, Ti Luo, the head of Heitian Ridge, who had cultivated to the second level of Yi Jin, jumped up faster than when he jumped down, and retreated in lightning.
What's in the pit?
How could Tilo be so afraid?
At exactly this time, the moonlight in the sky parted the clouds and shed its light. Through the thin smoke and dust, we gradually saw a young man with an indifferent face walking out step by step.
He was playing with a bead carelessly in his hand, a bloody bead.
Tyro's eyes!
At that moment, not only did Tiluo fail to land a decisive blow on Li Donglai, but he was almost killed by Li Donglai on the spot.
Even an eye became a "trophy" in Li Donglai's hands.
What a shame!
The excited shouts of the bandits in Heitian Ridge stopped abruptly at this moment. They all looked at Li Donglai with ghostly expressions on their faces, unable to utter a word.