Chapter 1169

In front of Li's tribe, there were hundreds of people on each side, looking at each other directly. In front of one of the horses, Ling Feiyu, Mo cangqiong and Yinti led the people of the demon God tribe and stared at each other!

In front of them, a middle-aged man in a blue robe looked at him with bright eyes. Beside him, young master Qingyun zhengyilin, who had left before, stared at Mo cangqiong angrily and said, "Dad, it is the people of their demon tribe who robbed our Jinyan iron ore!"

The middle-aged man was the leader of Qingtian tribe. Qingtian looked at Mo cangqiong and said coldly: "demon God tribe? Just you two primary God kings? In this case, you demon God tribe don't need to leave alive today!"

"What a big breath, I'd like to see how your Qingtian tribe makes my demon God tribe unable to leave alive!" a faint cold laughter sounded, and everyone couldn't help turning around and looking at the past. The sound came from the interior of Li's tribe, and several figures came out of Li's tribe slowly!

Qingtian suddenly turned around and looked at the flash in the eyes of Yun Bufan and others. The nearby Qingyun pointed to Yun Bufan and said, "Dad, he is the leader of the so-called demon God tribe. He and Li Yanshan united to occupy the whole Jinyan iron mine!"

The blue sky suddenly looked at the clouds, and bursts of essence flashed in his eyes. Then he looked surprised: "intermediate true God?"

"Are you the new leader of the demon God tribe?" Qingtian frowned, looked at Yun Bufan and asked in a condescending tone!

An intermediate true God, he really didn't pay attention to Qingtian. Yun Bufan looked at Qingtian and nodded faintly: "I'm the new leader of the demon God tribe. Are you the leader of Qingtian tribe?"

After being affirmed by Yun Bufan, Qingtian's eyes were shining, and then he laughed: "hahaha, the demon God tribe let a suckling smelly boy be the leader. Doesn't the demon God tribe even have a God? A true God as the leader dares to be so rude to our Qingtian tribe?"

"Qingtian tribe!" yunbufan glanced at the people behind Qingtian. I don't know why. When he came into contact with yunbufan's calm eyes, Qingtian was inexplicably trembling at the bottom of his heart. Yunbufan said faintly: "it's just a group of waste. Is Qingtian tribe very powerful?"

Qingtian suddenly became angry. If the one who said this was a God, he not only had to laugh, but even admitted that his Qingtian tribe was indeed a group of waste, but the one who said this was yunbufan, an intermediate true God. How can Qingtian not be angry!

"On the 8th, teach him a lesson!" Qingtian suddenly opened his mouth. Behind him, a figure dressed in a blue robe suddenly appeared. This is a middle-aged man, his face is very cold, and rushed directly to the clouds!

Qingtian's eyes glanced at Li Yanshan in the past. Each of the Qingtian guards around him was a strong man of the peak God. If anyone here could deal with his Qingtian guard, Qingtian felt that Li Yanshan could deal with it alone!

"Dad, the man beside him killed old Wu with a knife!" at this time, Qingyun suddenly exclaimed. Qingyun's body trembled and looked at Qingyun's face: "you bastard, why didn't you say it earlier!"

However, the qingtianwei No. 8 has rushed to yunbufan. Facing him, it is still a knife awn. The painted black knife awn cuts down directly, with He Lin's cold and ruthless voice: "death, whirlpool cut!"

"Boom!" a small black vortex suddenly formed, and the small black vortex swept directly towards the No. 8. The No. 8 suddenly changed his face, and bursts of black fog filled his body, and a powerful momentum burst out in an instant!

"Roar!" No. 8 roared, and the power of the law kept pouring in. A faint sneer appeared on He Lin's face, and then whispered: "out!"

"Hum!" on the sickle of the God of death, the light of the left eye of the God of death burst, and He Lin drank in a low voice: "Infernal hell!"

"Boom!" the dark air wave broke out, and the No. 8 suddenly showed a color of fear in his eyes. His body trembled continuously. The huge knife awn was cut directly, and the No. 8's body exploded and directly turned into countless pieces!

"Is this?" Qingtian's face changed greatly, looking at He Lin's face with great dignity: "what a strong attack, how can this boy's attack be so strong? He, he is just a God, and this attack is absolutely strange. Why don't you fight back on the 8th!"

"Qingtian, are you looking for death?" Yun Bufan's cold eyes suddenly looked straight at Qingtian. Qingtian's pupils narrowed, and then laughed: "hahaha, looking for death? Let's see who's looking for death!"

"No. 3, you go and catch the other party!" Qingtian whispered. Behind Qingtian, another human shadow rushed out. Yunbufan's eyes twinkled. He Lin's eyes twinkled, but yunbufan stopped him: "Mo cangqiong, I'll give you this battle, win, and allow you to feel it in the tower for a year!"

Lock God tower has always been one of the biggest cards in Yun Bufan's hand. Mo cangqiong's eyes lit up and rushed directly to the third: "don't worry, young master, I will win this war!"

"Boom!" the light on Mo cangqiong's body soared. For one year's cultivation of the lock God tower, Mo cangqiong could also be said to be desperate. The huge force of rules rushed over madly. The No. 3 snorted coldly: "it's just a junior God King. Get out of here!"

A huge handprint fell down. The strength of the No. 3 has reached the level of an intermediate God King. Under this attack, the momentum is extremely amazing, especially the power of the rules around us!

"Do you want to deal with me like this? Break it for me!" Mo cangqiong directly greeted the huge handprint, and a burst of bombing sounded. The huge handprint was immediately penetrated by Mo cangqiong, and Mo cangqiong's eyes were suddenly cold!

"Death!" "boom!" the power of rules surged. Mo cangqiong had a two meter long knife in his hand, and it was hard to chop it down. As soon as the pupil of No. 3 shrunk, a cold hum, a burst of light flickered. With a wave of his hand, a light came to Mo cangqiong!

It turned out to be a magic needle flashing red light. The Magic Needle braved the raging fire and directly punctured Mo cangqiong's chest. The cold light in Mo cangqiong's eyes flashed and was extremely calm. Mo cangqiong smiled coldly, and bursts of light soared on his body. The power of rules erupted in an instant!

"Rules of fire?" Mo cangqiong breathed deeply, then his eyes burst and flashed, drank in a low voice, and his light soared: "break it for me!"

"Boom!" the terrible momentum broke out in an instant. Mo cangqiong rushed directly to the No. 3, and a small flame burst out on his head. The No. 3's eyes suddenly twinkled with shock: "this is the fire of the soul, asshole!"

Mo cangqiong smiled coldly, and the long knife in his hand chopped hard at the divine needle, and the flame on his head flickered again. Mo cangqiong roared in a low voice, and bursts of terrible explosions began. The long knife and the divine needle collided in an instant!

"Poof!" on the third, a big mouthful of blood was sprayed out, and the whole person instantly flew backward. He looked at Mo Cang sky in horror, and his heart was even more shocked: "madman, madman, this is a madman. He should burn his own soul. Isn't he dying?"

"Childe!" Mo cangqiong's face was as white as paper, but he looked at Yun Bufan excitedly. Yun Bufan smiled and nodded: "Mo cangqiong, go back to the tower and have a rest. I allow you to stay in it for a year!"

"Boom!" the God lock tower appeared directly, and Mo cangqiong was sucked in instantly, but his face was full of ecstasy. On the side, Ling Feiyu and others looked at Mo cangqiong enviously, but they deeply knew the horror of yunbufan God lock Tower!