Chapter 369 Reinventing the Qing Tribe
“Don’t be alarmed, Commander, we are here!” The two late-stage Qing Tribe monks following Qing Le shouted loudly, and each sacrificed their magical weapons. The same two A strangely shaped snake-shaped weapon.
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The arrows collided with the snake-shaped weapon, and the three heavy fire and thunder arrows were blocked at the same time. The Qinghu and Qingtu behind were slightly less powerful, and their expressions were shocked. , obviously with a hint of paleness. Although Lu Xiaotian bowed with three arrows, he used a fire dragon bow. In addition, Lu Xiaotian had a lot of strength when pulling the fire dragon bow. It is indeed not easy for ordinary late-stage monks to catch one of the arrows. .
Only Qing Le, the strongest, not only shattered the Han Desolate Seal, but even blocked another arrow before it could be fired. Qinghu and Qingtu looked better than Qinghu, but it was inevitable that their energy and blood would surge a bit. However, Qing Le looked horrified at this moment. He had just blocked two strikes from the silver-haired young man when another heavy arrow of fire and thunder had already arrived in front of him like a meteor chasing the moon.
Could it be that this silver-haired young man has endless magic power? With such questions in his mind, Qing Le was shocked and angry. He had no time to sacrifice the snake-shaped sword again. Even the arrow was so fast that he had no time to take the elixir to restore his mana. Seeing this arrow piercing the air and approaching, he was shocked and had only time to hold the snake-shaped giant sword across his chest and at the same time use all his magic power with both hands.
The giant snake-shaped sword was hit by the fire and thunder arrows and hit Qing Le's chest. The giant snake-shaped sword was also a magic weapon of alchemy and was not destroyed by the shot. However, Qing Le's body But it involuntarily bounced off the back of the Ying Green Demonic Snake.
"Commander Qing Le!" Qing Tu and Qing Hu behind were both startled at the same time, and quickly took Qing Le down.
"I'm fine, keep chasing." Qingle vomited a few more mouthfuls of blood. He said he was fine, but in fact he had suffered some internal injuries. He hated the silver-haired young man in his heart and attacked three times in succession. It was so close that even with his strength, he couldn't catch them all. If Qingtu and Qinghu hadn't caught the other two arrows just now, he might not have been injured at this time. At least his mount would not have been injured at this time. Probably intact. Being able to maintain such a mentality under the pursuit of so many people from the Flying Cavalry Tribe, Qing Le was greatly worried. This silver-haired young man was not only the best choice for his strength, but also his mind.
Qing Le took a healing medicine and felt much better. He returned to his mount and continued the pursuit with several other late-stage monks.
Flying hundreds of miles all the way, they were getting closer and closer to the fire bat's nest. Due to the appearance of several waves of demonic birds in the middle, Lu Xiaotian was also affected in the air, and the distance between the two sides was close enough for a duel.
Lu Xiaotian fought and walked all the way, and the Qing clan did not get any advantage. The two sides fought for a while. Although the Wushi tribe behind them wanted to kill them, they were not as fast as the monks from the Qing tribe. There was no good way to do it for a while.
Lu Xiaotian successively shot and injured two green demon snakes with heavy fire arrows.
When Qing Le saw that he had not been able to get any advantage, but had suffered a lot of losses, he couldn't hold it in his face. He became angry and ordered an attack on Qing Fengfan. As a result, Lu Xiaotian was a little helpless.
Lu Xiaotian directly withstood two attacks from the Qing clan with his physical body. Although he was blocked by the fire dragon scale armor, he still felt a burst of pain in his chest. Seeing Qing Le, who thought his conspiracy had succeeded, Lu Xiaotian became murderous. It seemed that the monks of the Qing clan really thought that he was helpless.
As the Danyuan fire dragon arrow was shot out, Lu Xiaotian struck with anger, and the fire dragon turned into a fiery red arrow roared and shuttled through the air.
In Qing Le's horrified expression, the huge fire dragon directly shook away the blocking snake-shaped sword, and then passed through Qing Le's chest.
Qing Le lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the blood hole as big as a bowl of blood in his chest. All the strength in his body seemed to be quickly swallowed up in this blood hole. The arrow not only pierced his chest, And it was devouring his life force at an alarming rate.
The flying snake under its seat let out a mournful cry, as if it felt the death of its master. "Commander Qingle!"
The people of the Qing clan shouted loudly, but these people could no longer save Qing Le's lost vitality.
Lu Xiaotian's face was as cold as iron and he took out a Danyuan Fire Dragon Arrow again and pointed it at the nearest blue picture.
This man from the Qing tribe couldn't help but be shocked when he saw the scene in front of him. Even Commander Qingle couldn't block that terrifying arrow, let alone him. Maybe all of them were surrounded Going up will eventually kill the silver-haired young man, but the ones who get the benefits in the end will definitely not be the first ones to rush up.
Out of fear, Qingtu retreated back almost instinctively. However, he suddenly discovered that the silver-haired young man had just flung an arrow and actually pulled back the terrifying red arrow. He didn't mean to attack him. And not just Qingtu, almost everyone saw the sarcasm on the corner of Qingtu's mouth.
"Qingtu, what are you doing? There are no warriors in the Qing tribe who have retreated!" Several other late-stage monks shouted loudly, "Let's go and avenge Commander Qingle together! Kill!"
Qingtu suddenly realized that he had just instinctively chosen to avoid the extremely powerful silver-haired young man. When he came back to his senses, his face turned red with shame. Several late-stage monks around him had already rushed forward, carrying With a look of disdain, Qingtu shouted loudly and ran out again.
Just when Lu Xiaotian put away the Danyuan Fire Dragon Arrow, he pulled the string and shot three heavy fire and thunder arrows again, and several people were in a hurry again. Another Green Demonic Snake was shot and screamed, slowing down. The heavy fire and thunder arrows originally did a lot of damage, not to mention that they were shot from the fire dragon bow, so their power was even more powerful.
The Qing tribe was extremely angry. Unexpectedly, they attacked with such force that they couldn't even catch the silver-haired young man. Their tribe had already suffered heavy losses. Although there are many people at the back, their strength is inferior to those at the front. It is estimated that if they fight again, there is no telling how many people will be killed or injured.
Seeing the momentum of these tribes riding green flying snakes suppressed, Lu Xiaotian didn't have the slightest joy on his face. A group of monks praising the tribe appeared again, and he even took back the pill he shot. There is no time for Yuanhuo Jiao Arrow.
“Is this the silver-haired young man you are talking about?”
This time, the person praising the leader of the tribe was already a slender and graceful woman, wearing cold and bright silver armor, and a mask like a spiritual bird with its wings spread out. It covers the fair skin, but makes the big eyes and the whole person look more lively. The long neck and the eyes of the woman in silver armor make the whole person look like a proud swan.
"Yes, as far as I know, this silver-haired young man has at least repelled several waves of interceptions from the Flying Tribe, including me."
The one beside the silver-armored woman turned out to be the previous one. As Kua Sen left, a man as proud as Kua Sen actually bowed his head and looked respectful in front of the woman in silver armor.
(End of this chapter)