Tian's body fell straight to the ground with a pop, bursts of fine flesh and blood spit out from his mouth, and his eyes were full of unwillingness, and he couldn't bat at a glance.

He didn't expect that he, as the second master of the cannibal race, a powerhouse of the innate third layer, would be defeated in the hands of a small acquired martial artist.

Li Canghai dissipated the spiritual power in his body, glanced at the dead body of the mastiff, and did not say anything, his face was cold.

When Mastiff Tian knew his secret, his end was already doomed, that is, he was killed by himself.

Reaching out to pick up the soft sword in Mastiff's hand, Li Canghai fixed his eyes and looked at it, the sword body was all blue, and wisps of cold luster appeared. A spiritual power poured out from Li Canghai's body and injected into the soft sword, and the soft sword made a buzzing sound.

"Although this soft sword is only a congenital spiritual weapon, there is no weapon to take advantage of now, so let's replace it with this for the time being."

Li Canghai muttered to himself, holding the soft sword from Mastiff Tian's hand, brushing and brushing, pulling out a few sword flowers, and his figure flashed. But it is a sword in the neck of every cannibal clansman. Chop the grass without removing the roots, and the spring breeze blows and grows.

They all know Li Canghai's secret, and they must be killed.

Li Canghai is still very weak now, he doesn't want this secret to be passed on, otherwise it will be extremely detrimental to his growth.

In the tenth area, the elite sent by the cannibal tribe were all killed by Li Canghai in a very short period of time and wiped out.

Li Canghai put away the soft sword, and then, his figure flickered, and disappeared in place.

Li Canghai thought that he had left no living mouth, but he didn't notice that just a few dozen meters away, behind a big tree, a figure appeared.

It was before Mastiff Qing and the others discovered Li Canghai that they left the team alone to go to the convenient Mastiff Spring. The strategist of the cannibal tribe is a congenital cultivator.

The exercises he cultivated were wood attributes, and the whole person melted into the trees, which was difficult for others to find, and Li Canghai's divine sense did not return to its original strength, so it was missed.

Mastiff Quan watched as the elite of the cannibal clan led by Mastiff Tian was all killed by Li Canghai. I couldn't help but feel chills in my heart.

And I also heard Li Canghai's words, a three-thousand-year-old monster, cultivating spiritual power in the acquired realm, it was incredible.

Fortunately, he was not found, otherwise, among the corpses lying on the ground, there would be himself.

"It seems that the only way to return to the garrison is to ask the leader to decide. No, it is estimated that the leader will not be able to decide, after all, the leader is only six layers of innate. ”

Mastiff Quan muttered to himself, the spiritual power in his body worked, and his body turned into an afterimage and disappeared behind the big tree.

I'm sorry, it's a little late, and there's another chapter that I can't write tonight. I'll make it up tomorrow. I have to work during the day, and I try to write as much as I can on weekends.

Thank you for your support. Bow and thanks!

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