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Chapter 273 Four Deaths and One Escape

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"Without the mount, I don't see what else you can do." Luo Qian abandoned the opponent in front of him and rushed towards the nearest one-eyed man. Among the five members of the flying riding tribe, this man was the strongest.

This person was also responsible for directing the combined attack just now, and Luo Qian hated him even more. He took out the thunder gun in his hand and swept towards the one-eyed man.

The sound of the gun was like thunder, and the speed of the gun was like lightning. The one-eyed man was shocked, and he quickly waved the green javelin, and at the same time, he shot out seven white bone nails with his left hand. These bone nails were refined from the ribs he removed from the Golden Thorn Tiger, and could crack metal and penetrate it.

The stone has extraordinary lethality. Now that he has no mount, it has become one of his most powerful means.

Seven white bone nails were struck in the air one after another. Luo Qian let out a cry, and the thunder gun in the air suddenly started to spin like it was full of spirituality, swinging it into a big circle, nailing nails, and the white bone nails hit it and were ejected one after another.

Seeing that the white bone nail bounced back in the blink of an eye, the one-eyed man was secretly shocked. He raised his gun and was about to fight. The opponent had already come within ten feet of him. This distance was within reach for the foundation-building monks.

At this time, the Dusou man could tell that although the young man in front of him was not very old, he was extremely skilled in the thunder system. With the Dan Yuan Thunder Spear, he could fly in the air faster than him, and the opponent was the first

They found him, and there was no way to escape. What made the one-eyed man feel a little calmer was that he was already at the ninth level of foundation building, and his cultivation level was one level higher than that of his opponent. The two of them would not be able to fight in close combat.

Being pressed down and beaten, once the distance is opened, the bow and arrow in the hands of the black-faced young man will immediately become his death talisman.

The cyan javelin and the thunder gun fought in the air for a while, and soon the one-eyed man discovered that the opponent's thunder gun was powerful and heavy, and surprisingly powerful. He originally expected to exhaust the opponent's mana, but he saw Luo Qian swallowing another missile again.

After Tiandan, the one-eyed man's face darkened, knowing that this idea had failed.

Bang! The thunder gun stabbed at the one-eyed man. The one-eyed man held the green javelin with both hands to block, but the barrel of the thunder gun was as soft as boneless. It curved magically, like a soft whip hitting the one-eyed man.

chest.

The one-eyed man screamed, and his body was like a kite with its string cut off, and he was thrown far away out of control. The blood spit out from his mouth and the contents of his stomach filled the air with a strange smell.

"Second brother, you bastard, I will fight with you!" The man who was originally riding on the bald stork and responsible for attacking Luo Qian suddenly became furious. In order to increase their strength, the members of their flying horse tribe trained together and fought together.

, the friendship formed is extremely deep. Because of this, the Feiqi tribe is very exclusive. Although there are not many people, offending the Feiqi tribe is a very headache. The injury of the one-eyed man immediately made the remaining

Several people were furious. The middle-aged man riding on the bald stork was so angry that he chased Luo Qianji again.

"Those who kill will always be killed. Since you, the Flying Cavalry Tribe, have come all the way to the Wangyue Cultivation Realm to kill people and sell goods, you must be prepared to be killed. Is it true that only the members of your Flying Cavalry Tribe are valuable and everyone else is worthless? Since you are here.

, then just stay."

Lu Xiaotian sneered at the other party's reaction. It was one thing for these people to have a good relationship and to unite and cooperate, but this idea was undoubtedly very despising. Before Lu Xiaotian finished speaking, the arrow in his hand only shot out again. The middle-aged man

The white-headed stork under the seat fell down in response. In the end, there was only one person left. Because he had escaped far away, Lu Xiaotian was too lazy to care about him. He controlled Qingfengfan to pursue the remaining people who had lost their mounts. These people had gone too far before.

Relying on the mount, the speed suddenly dropped after losing the mount. The speed of flying in the air can only be ranked in the middle and lower among the monks of the same level in the Mochizuki Immortal World. The flying knight gave these people unparalleled

combat effectiveness, but it also brings corresponding disadvantages.

With Qing Fengfan's speed, it didn't take much effort for Lu Xiaotian to directly catch up with someone. Compared to Luo Qian, Lu Xiaotian's face was a one-sided massacre. He controlled Qing Fengfan and caught up with the opponent, temporarily.

Giving up the control of Qing Feng Fan, Qing Fan continued to slide forward with a certain amount of inertia. Lu Xiaotian shot the fire dragon arrow again, and at the same time, the Earth Splitter also attacked the opponent. Wherever he passed, there was no one who could join him. In a moment, he

Two people were killed by Lu Xiaotian.

After Luo Qian wounded the one-eyed man, he killed another person. He shot another shot mercilessly in the one-eyed man's neck. Among the five monks of the Flying Cavalry Tribe, except for one with a triangular eye, he saw that the situation was not good.

In addition to escaping with a look of grief and anger, the other four people and their mounts were all killed on the spot, which was extremely tragic.

"Just wait, we will praise the tribe and fight with you until death!" The middle-aged man with triangle eyes yelled in pain.

"Don't tell me if I don't kill you, the people in your tribe who praise you will let us go." Luo Qian sarcastically said, "If you have the ability, just let us go. If we encounter you again, I will kill you without leaving a trace."

The young man with triangular eyes was turning blue and white as he flew away at lightning speed. Riding on the white-headed stork, Lu Xiaotian couldn't catch up. Even if he picked up Su Qing, it would take a lot of effort to catch up with the opponent at the speed of Qingfengfan. After all, the bird

He is the master of the air. No matter how good the flying magic weapon is, he cannot catch up with the top demon birds. Qing Fengfan can catch up with most demon birds, which is already very rare.

"Let's go too." Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand to retract all the fire dragon arrows he shot, and asked Luo Qian to return to the Qingfeng Sail and leave quickly. It is not a place where right and wrong should stay for a long time. He has killed a few people from the Flying Riding Tribe and stayed here.

As time goes by, who knows if more people from the other side will come over.

"Thanks to you, Senior Brother Lu, I used to feel that my strength was pretty good among Foundation Establishment monks, but in front of you, Senior Brother, I know what it means to be dwarfed by comparison." Luo Qian, who returned to Qingfeng Sail, said with a wry smile,

If it hadn't been for the battle just now, he wouldn't have known that Lu Xiaotian still had such an amazingly powerful set of bows and arrows. Even his thunder gun was considered to be at the upper level of power among Danyuan magic weapons, but in comparison,

Luo Qian had no confidence that he could block that terrifying sword and arrow, and he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

"Since I entered the world of cultivation, I have been licking blood all the way. I have never lived a peaceful life for a few days. My qualifications are not as good as yours. If I want to improve my cultivation, I can only put in more effort. Maybe God will reward hard work.

Right." Lu Xiaotian said softly. After several consecutive battles, his own secrets were almost exposed, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"Senior Brother Lu, have you been here like this in the past few days?" Su Qing asked curiously.

"That's right. I have experienced things much more dangerous than this so many times." Lu Xiaotian said casually, unwilling to continue on this topic.


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