Suddenly seeing the saber-toothed white tiger, the shock of the seven killings was incomprehensible, both apprehensive and affectionate. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But in his impression, the mighty white tiger appeared in front of him so embarrassed.

Seven Kills was shocked in his heart: only the White Tiger and no Nu Yao?

Then he ran forward and slapped the tiger's head vigorously. The white tiger opened his eyes again and stretched his neck hard.

Seven Kills saw something tied around the neck of the white tiger.

Seven Kills was shocked: "Da Bai, what's wrong with you?

The white tiger can't speak human words, but he can understand human words, and when he heard the Seven Killings speak, he ignored the Seven Killings, and continued to stretch his neck and shake the huge tiger's head from side to side.

Seven Kills wondered, "Are you showing me what is tied around your neck?"

The white tiger closed his eyes and nodded.

Seven kills, three downs, five divisions, and two untied the thing tied to the neck of the white tiger, which turned out to be a bronze cylinder.

Seven Kills picked up the bronze cylinder and looked left and right, reached out and knocked it, and heard that the cylinder was hollow.

Then Seven Kills fumbled on the cylinder for a while, found the trick, and held the two ends of the cylinder with his left and right hands and twisted it in the opposite direction. The bronze cylinder was twisted into two pieces, revealing a roll of finely made hides.

Seven Kills thought that Nu Yao herself would not have the slightest martial arts to defend herself, and she had always been inseparable from the White Tiger, and the protection of her life depended on this White Tiger.

And now Nu Yao actually let her lifeline go into danger alone, just to bring a roll of animal skins. Then you don't have to think about it to know that what is recorded on the animal skin must be extraordinary.

I don't know how Brother White Tiger found himself?

After the Seven Killings Exhibition looked at the animal skin carefully, he suddenly opened his mouth and spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and fainted to the ground.

The hieroglyphs that can be understood by the seven killings on the animal skin only record a few words: Xuanyuan and the remnants of Jiuli, and the whole clan of Xuanyuan and Jiuli. Jiuli marched along the river, and Xuanyuan was nowhere to be found. It is expected that there will be a room in the Heiyan clan, and the lover will cherish it. If you can't do anything, follow the tiger to me!

I don't know how long it took, Seven Kills was forcibly awakened by Jiuding, and Jiuding said anxiously: "Lord, ten minutes ago, the stone came to the predetermined position, this is the image!"

Seven Kills used all his strength, looked up, and saw a scene appear in mid-air: in the small valley where Seven Kills had found the remnants of the Mo Tu Division, a figure covered in blood slowly crawled in the direction of the snowy mountain. Exactly the stones!

This was the real-time footage taken by one of the Nine Dings left by Seven Kills, and the place where Seven Kills was now twenty days away from that small valley.

What made the Seven Kills' hearts drip blood even more was that it would take at least ten days for the stone to rush to that small valley as fast as possible, not to mention that the stone was obviously seriously injured and came from the village with an injury.

At this time, the heart of the Seven Kills was already clear: except for himself and the stone, the Black Flame Clan was definitely not lucky!

Thinking of his parents, little sister, many uncles and ancestors, and many childhood friends, those who worship him, the seven murderous hearts are like knives.

Seven Kills spit out another mouthful of blood, spread out his limbs, lay on the ground and cried: "Ji Liang, you old horseman is so ruthless!"

Tears of remorse flowed like floodgates.

By the time Seven Kills flew to the small valley in Jiuding, the stone had already climbed to the edge of the valley and was dead.

Seven Kills looked at the word "revenge" written in blood on the ground before the stone died, and then looked at the unwilling look on the body's face, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed miserably, and after laughing for more than ten minutes, he began to cry heartbreakingly.

I don't know how long I cried, but Seven Kills didn't cry or laugh, but kept repeating one sentence: "I'm alone! I'm alone......"

Just like this, crying for a while, laughing for a while, and after three days and three nights, Seven Kills and One Long Black Hair has turned snow-white!

......

The territory of the Black Flame Clan, the beauty of the former paradise is now full of wolf smoke. There was a large number of people in the smoke-emitting building, as if they were busy with something.

Qiba blushed and said to a person: "Lord Linghu, I have searched the entire Bashu where there are people, but I still haven't found any trace of the Seven Killings.

There are a total of 1,872 people in the Black Flame Clan, and I remember each of them clearly, their heads are piled up there, except for the two who are missing the Seven Killing Stones.

Since that kid came back from Zhuozhou, his status has been transcendent, and he has always been elusive, where can we know his movements?

I also overheard someone say that the kid was going to the Snow Mountain to cultivate, and the time was not short, so I took the risk to inform the Yellow Emperor.

Alas, the stone is not there, it is estimated that he went to find the Seven Kills, and the whole clan knows where the Seven Kills are!"

Ling Hu Yan said hatefully: "Seven kills of this little thief, if you don't peel his skin alive, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"

Hmph, it's really cheap, and this little thief can't make any waves alone!"

Then Ling Huyan and the others heard a burst of exclamations, and then turned into a chaotic cry.

Finally catch a person who has lost his soul and runs around like a headless fly and asks the reason.

The man was so frightened that he was stupid, and he only said one sentence for a long time: "Black fog!

There is a devil covered in black mist, who will kill anyone he sees! Run!"

As soon as Ling Hu Yan heard this, he woke up like a dream, and then remembered that the Seven Killings were not the masters they could knead at will. The seven killings on the battlefield in the past turned into a ghostly black mist, and the butcher-like image instantly became clear.

But Ling Huyan himself is also a murderous character, and at the moment he turned his heart sideways and said loudly: "Elder Qiba, Mo Tu, quickly gather everyone." This time, we must capture the seven killings, and cut out the heart to comfort the spirit of the great leader in the sky!"

Mo Tu had seen the Seven Kills charging into battle, and said with a bitter face: "If we had joined forces with the outside at the beginning, and had taken the relatives of the Seven Killings as hostages by surprise, this son would have been captured."

Unexpectedly, Hei Yanyu Lie realized that we had such a trick early, and would rather kill the whole clan than let us get our wish!

Now, I don't know how many people will have to die to capture this fang alive!"

Qiba was puzzled: "How powerful are the seven killings?"

Ling Huyan sneered: "Hehe, Great Elder, I think you guys should prepare for the future."

Like you, this group of people who eat inside and out, don't talk about seven killings, if you are the first one, I will not let you go!

Anyway, I kept this remnant life to avenge the big chief, and I didn't want to go back alive this time, and it was worth spitting at him before I died!

Hehe, hey, do it yourself!"

Seven killings have no weapons, I don't know how many limbs are torn with my bare hands, how many internal organs are dug up, how many necks are broken, and there is only one thought in my mind: kill!

Only more killings can make him feel a little better.

Seven killings now kill people when they see them, and they don't distinguish at all, and they don't have time to distinguish them. Those killed by him were not only foreign sneak attackers, but also ordinary civilians of the Black Flame Clan.

Men, women, old men, children, these people who had praised and worshipped or rebuked the Seven Killings, after his gust of wind, were torn apart, leaving only bloody limbs.

Suddenly, Seven Kills felt a sharp pain in his calf, and he could no longer stand steadily, and fell to the ground.

Looking at the slender wooden nail that pierced his calf, Seven Kills realized that he had fallen into a trap. He silently pulled out the wooden nails, trying to stand up but not so easily.

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

"Black Flame Starfall, look around, do you still want to escape?