The body flew out of the cave, Qingyang Huan reached out and used a stone spear to crutches the ground, drawing a deep ravine, and went out more than ten zhang away before he stopped his body.

"The little cub of the Qingyang clan. ”

Immediately after a cold voice, I remembered that a strong man came out of the cave, and it was a soldier of the Yanshan clan who had been knocked out and tied up by him before.

As the words fell, a stream of blood smoke was thrown into the air from the hands of this clan soldier!

"It's really surprising that a little cub has planted several of my brothers in your hands. Immediately after that, the strong man rushed towards Qingyang Huan.

At this moment, he couldn't care why the soldiers of Yanshan were not unconscious, and the stone spear in his hand attacked him.

"Iwayama Fist. ”

The strong man's big hand pierced out, and the blood color turned into a gray-white mottled color, and came towards Qingyang Huan, very ruthless, directly aimed at his head!

"Broken!"

The same Qingyang Huan's stone spear crossed through, and he also used a spear method, called Broken Space, which was one of Qingyang's ancestral spear techniques.

The stone spear and the fist collided together, this time facing head-on, Qingyang Huan did not move in place, but the man on the opposite side was rubbing and retreating from the source of several zhang, and there was a little blood stain on the mottled fist.

"Little cub, you ......" The strong man had horror in his eyes, you must know that he is a cultivator at the peak of the casting body, because he pretended to be dizzy, he didn't notice Qingyang Huan's actual strength, but now under a blow, it is really terrifying!

The pinnacle of casting!

I'm just a teenager!

In just an instant, the horror in his eyes turned into murder!

The young genius of the Qingyang clan, if the Qingyang clan rises, it will inevitably squeeze the Yanshan department, and the little cub in front of him can't be left!

Shout!

Suddenly, Qingyang Huan felt a chill on his back, and the next moment his whole body jumped up directly, jumping to the side, and a cold arrow light grazed his side, stuck on the ground in front of him, and turned into a hole that I don't know how deep, and I couldn't see the arrow feathers at all.

However, before he could react, another sound broke through the air, this time directly on his left arm, and some blood splashed.

"The Qingyang clan has produced such a talented little cub, God bless Qingyang!"

Immediately behind, two figures appeared, a black-robed man with a big bow with horns in his hand, his eyes flashed with essence, although he was praising him, but that kind of killing intent made him shudder!

"Big brother, this cub has reached the peak of casting, and he can't stay!"

Seeing the person coming, the man who had fought against Qingyang Huan before hurriedly shouted.

What the!

The pinnacle of casting!

The black-robed man's eyes swept over Qingyang Huan again, and the murderous intent in his eyes directly converged into a line, he was already in the prime of life and was only at the peak of the casting realm, compared with the doll of the Qingyang clan in front of him, it could be described as a difference between cloud and mud.

"Big brother, if the Qingyang clan can have such cultivation at this age, his identity will inevitably ......"

The Yanshan clan soldier next to the black-robed warrior said with some hesitation, but was stopped by the black-robed warrior.

"The potential is such a big cub, wait until a few decades later, won't Qiongyan Mountain have to be subservient, since I am allowed to wait for it, I can't stay, and besides, dead people can't speak!"

Kill!

The next moment, the man who hesitated made a move, and the strong man from before also shot together, but the black-robed man picked up the big bow again and walked outside the battle circle, flashing cold bone arrows.

There was coldness in his eyes, and the bone arrows on the big bow aimed at Qing Yanghuan's chest and head.

Boom!

Qingyang Huan, who was fighting with the two Yanshan clan soldiers, couldn't help but hold the stone spear in front of his chest, but the bone arrow hit and wrapped the huge force, so that his whole person flew out unprepared, and the two Yanshan clan soldiers naturally would not let go of such an opportunity.

Fighting with three veterans who have been hunting in the ancient forest for many years, Qingyang Huan is still a lot better than them in terms of strength, but some experience in life and death is enough to make up for this gap.

These veteran moves pierce through the vital points, striving to burst out with the maximum lethality in one blow, making him seem a little dangerous.

"First of all, we must kill the strong man in the black robe. ”

The pervasive bone arrows made him tired of coping, and at this moment, he exited the battle circle along the collision with a clan soldier, and rushed towards the black-robed man, first to deal with this person!

In a short period of time, several wounds on his body made him understand that the one who was fighting against him at this moment was no longer the fierce beast in the Great Wilderness, but the Terran warrior who swore to kill him.

Seeing Qingyang Huan rushing towards him, the black-robed warrior's eyes flashed with hideousness, and he pulled his bow and arrows and aimed them directly at him!

Shout!

The arrow feather hole shot by the giant force of ten thousand catties pierced the sonic boom, and at this moment, the blood color made Qing Yanghuan's eyes also appear fierce, just like when he first saw the stone spear, the kind of ruthlessness that did not let go.

Kill!

A faint killing force lingered on the stone spear, and the original scattered killing aura actually flowed and converged at the tip of the stone spear.

Airplanes!

The bone arrow flew a foot away from the stone spear, and the whole thing came to a standstill, and then it strangely shattered and turned into powder!

The stone spear advanced without retreating, and at the moment when the black-robed warrior was sluggish, it directly penetrated his chest, and it was also at this moment that Qingyang Huan seemed to be tempted, and a faint blood color appeared in his eyes, and he became extremely violent.

Pulling out the stone spear from the chest of the black-robed warrior, in the exclamation of the two Yanshan clan soldiers behind him, he killed them, and under the faint blood light, he became a little crazy, even if the two clan soldiers resisted, they flew out directly, and pounced on him.

Poof!

The stone spear slashed at the chests of the two soldiers, and the two fell to the ground and turned into pools of blood.

Call!

At this moment, it seemed that he could no longer hold the stone spear, and he was stuck on the ground, panting heavily.

Looking at the three figures lying in a pool of blood, there was no longer the slightest vitality, which made him a little sluggish, even if he had hunted so many fierce beasts, and even hunted the Mu Clan, but he had never thought of killing these soldiers of the Yanshan Clan.

Otherwise, he would not have knocked them out and tied them up in the cave, killing fierce beasts, killing aliens, this was the mark that the clan had touched on him since he could remember, and he didn't feel anything about the fierceness of the killing.

However, killing his fellow clansmen seems to have never thought about this aspect in his heart, as if he subconsciously ignored it.

Yan Shanbu didn't have the slightest adulteration of his killing intentions, it was because of his own talent, if he knew that he had just stepped into the third step of blood refining in the casting body, wouldn't he even more want to kill him!

At this time, a figure in the cave staggered out, with a blood-colored ball in his hand that went straight to the sky, and this blood smoke rose into the void and directly turned into a blood-colored mountain, which could be seen for hundreds of miles!

"Not good!"

Suddenly, Qingyang Huan was shocked, Qingyang also had such a thing, and it was used to summon the strong people of the tribe, even if it was a god hiding realm, it was not something he could easily resist.

This time he wanted to snatch this copper mine, he was careless, one by one the men who hunted in the wilderness, they were not easy to be deceived at all, just from how the clan soldier deceived himself into a fake coma just now, it was enough for him to remember the lesson!

Of course, if he had been a killer in the first place, maybe things wouldn't have been like this!

"Someone else wants to kill you, why don't you just walk away!"

At this moment, the stone spear flickered with purple light, and cold words flashed in his mind.

"But ......!" Even so, Qingyang Huan still hesitated.

"Nothing, you die or they die!"

Between life and death, Qingyang Huan made a choice without hesitation!

They die!

He held the stone spear and headed towards the cave!

Puff puff!

The stone spear pierced through the chests of the Yanshan clan soldiers, shattering their hearts, and the clan soldier who had just woken up and released the blood smoke had a hideous face, his eyes were about to stare out, and he grabbed his stone spear with both hands.

"I... Yanshan ...... No... Yes... Let...... You ......"

Looking at the Yanshan clan soldier with a hideous face, he was surprisingly not afraid at this moment, until he fell to the ground.

Looking in the direction of the vein, it is obvious that it is impossible for this copper mine to be taken quietly!

"Chance, fate or fate!"

As if feeling the hesitation in Qingyang Huan's heart, the voice of the stone spear sounded again.

Annoying!

Without hesitation, Qingyang Huan once again made a decision!

Out of the cave and frantically running in the direction of the Qingyang clan, the blood smoke was enough for the Yanshan warriors within a radius of hundreds of miles to see that if he didn't leave, it would be him lying on the ground!