"Poof!" the black arrows were pierced by another arrow, as if carrying a devastating attack, and they shot into a member of the Tai'a tribe with such speed that the black-clothed men were also at a loss, looking around with cloudy eyes.

"Who dares to kill the people of my Tai'a tribe and come out to die!" The man in black looked around with his sword as if he were facing a great enemy.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Arrows flew from the front, and then Mo Li's figure stepped into the air like a heavenly immortal, and a crescent moon arrow pierced several black-clothed people in succession like the soul-inducing arrow of death!

"Moli?!"

"Brother Li!!"

The clansmen of the Desolate Ancient Tribe shouted loudly, their faces were full of surprise, especially when they saw him being able to fly in the air, and they thought of the scene that happened in the Barbarian Mountain not long ago, and they felt bitter and surprised!

"Kill, kill these bastards!!" Mo Chen shook his arm, and rushed forward with a knife in an arc like a circle!

"Kill!" Mo Liang also roared, and the cultivation of the seventh layer of blood condensation stared at the black-clothed man on the other side, and the fierce battle was once again fought in this cold wind and biting ice and snow!

"Qiang!" Mo Li put away the arrow handle, landed with the matching knife, held the knife handle tightly, and stared at the several black-clothed people besieging in front of him, secretly turning his qi and blood, and frantically pouring it into the knife.

"Kill him and avenge the young master!" the man in black roared, and the clansmen besieged from five directions with tooth marks and knives, and everyone's cultivation reached the sixth layer, and the sword was flying like a beam of light!

"Cut the sky!" Mo Li, who was standing, suddenly drove the knife, the blade seemed to slide through an arc and slashed at the black-clothed man in front of him, his body suddenly exploded into two, blood splashed on his face, like a demon god who came out of hell, staring at the remaining four people with cold eyes, the momentum of the whole person rose sharply, and the figure swept towards another black-clothed man in a shaking shape, his left hand became a fist, and his right hand became a knife.

"Bang bang bang!"

The fierce melee happened again, the earth was flying, the stone chips were piercing through the air, the clouds were gloomy, the sonorous sound of knives came and went, and from time to time there was blood shooting into the sky, dying the night and the moon red, but none of the clansmen of the ancient tribe retreated, none of them flinched, and they used what they had learned to give the enemy the most tragic counterattack!

"Bang!" Mo Li swept out with a swing of his matching knife, and the fierce attack cut off the blade of the man in black in one fell swoop, and the momentum did not decrease, and the blade still cut into the opponent's abdomen like a golden cracked stone.

"Qiang!" counterattacked with one hand, and the whole person retreated again, sometimes left and right, sometimes front and sometimes backward, erratic, and the blade fought from time to time.

"Splitting the ground!!" Mo Li slammed on the ground with the soles of his feet, and a crack as big as an arm tore from the earth, and the pupils of a man in black shrank suddenly, and then he saw that the knife that seemed to be death instantly cut off his head, and his face still maintained the shocked and shocked side before his death, he didn't know why this person had such a fast knife technique until he died, as if it was natural, and a column of blood had already shot out of his neck, and he couldn't look at it!

"Retreat!" The rest of the men in black looked moved, without the slightest bit of love, calling the rest of their kind to flee backwards.

"Poof!" An arrow like an arrow of the god of the gods slashed through the air, as if even the air was vibrated with sparks, and the arrow snorted through the throat of the stairs, and then the remaining strength carried the corpse to the towering tree.

"You go back to the Tashan tribe first, and Mo Liang you go with you, so you can take care of it!" Mo Li said after being silent for a while, and the whole person rose into the air again, picked up several quivers, and pursued all the way.

"Die!" Mo Li roared, and shot forward, the arrows flew through the air like a curled up and dancing dragon, and the tips of the arrows were pinned to the head of the man in black with extreme precision, and the blood splattered, followed by several arrows flying out.

"Boom!"

"Poof!" "Poof!"

The arrows slashed, but then the remaining arrows pierced their chests again like a stone splitting through the air, blood gushing, and their faces were full of fear and fear, at the end of their lives**......

Mo Li did not land from beginning to end, but sprinted forward at a faster speed, and as the distance gradually approached, the snow armor in the ice and snow, but there was a pool of red blood like a bloody sun, full of desolation, and there were many corpses on the ground, most of which were desolate tribes, and what shook Mo Li's heart was that each clansman's face seemed to be filled with a firm confidence, without even the slightest fear and fear, a pair of eyes full of hatred, angry eyes, staring ahead, that was the direction of the tribe, until death to the end of the heart never forgot the tribe！

Mo Li's heart became deeper and deeper, and his face was unconsciously filled with mist-like moisture, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or sweat, flowing on his skin and into his heart!

Suddenly, the sound of weapons clashing sounded in the snow, and Mo Li picked up the arrow and rushed away again, and after a few shuttles, he came to the field.

The scene was extremely bloody, full of corpses, rivers of blood, mountains of bones, and extremely tragic, and in it he saw him Mobo, who was fighting with a member of the Tai'a tribe at this time, without the slightest hesitation, waving his sword like a fierce beast, only recognizing clothes, not people.

"Boom!"

The swords struck each other, and the momentum of slashing the sky and the earth did not weaken in the slightest, and one knife hit at a time, ruthlessly and frantically cutting the enemy's living force.

"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!"

The blade cut off their necks, but Mo Li didn't look at each other anymore, and quickly ran to another field to help!

With the passage of time, there are red clouds that seem to be embedded in the star dome between the bleak clouds, and the corpses of Mo Li are no less than ten people, as the killing progresses, the people on the field are gradually aware of Mo Li's arrival, and there is an extremely gloomy gaze staring at him coldly on the field, this person is Sima Xin!

"Kill!" Sima Xin's voice roared, licking the remaining blood stains on his lips, vaguely with an extremely fierce color, wielding a blade and stabbing the clansmen in front of him, one knife and one blow, there was no gorgeous action, some were just the simplest assassination, but it was such an action, the one that stood in front of him was either killed, or fought with others, all of them became the souls of his knife, and the blood stains gradually extended forward with his steps!

"Sima Xin!!" Realizing the fall of the clansmen, Mo Li's eyes had an irrepressible fierce light, and then his body shifted again, wielding his sword to kill the other clansman, until the two looked at each other!

"Mo Li!!" Sima Xin stared at him playfully at the corners of his mouth, his eyes were shining with a touch of extremely greedy heat, others may not know, but for him, he knew that there was a cold and fiery confrontation between each other, and the confrontation between the eyes and the light of the eyes aroused his waves......