"Now, do you want your dignity, or your daughter's life?" Qi Meng sneered, and the blood-colored tongue of fire that burst out of his body swirled around the girl's huge body, as if it could burn on her at any time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Brick mustered all his strength, but he couldn't break free from Zimon's material intervention, he roared and scolded, "What kind of apostle are you, you, you, shameless!"

Zimon snorted twice, and the blood flame approached the girl little by little, she was full of panic and tears, and it hurt and anxious to see Brick's heart.

Finally, he knelt down heavily, gritted his teeth and begged for mercy: "Lord God, you, let her go, she is just a child~"

"In front of me, you still have a chance to beg for mercy, in front of the enemy? those enemies who are stronger than you, they can invade your home at any time, kill your relatives, you can naturally hold the word dignity and die happily, but if you live, just like Chief Daman, you will find how pale dignity is in the face of hatred, only strength can carry the weight of hatred!" Zimon threw the girl to the ground casually, and Brick immediately regained the strength to move.

Brick hugged his beloved daughter, and the two orcs lowered their heads, and there was nothing else to say.

Qi Meng returned to the altar and said, "You are all arrogant Ibichs, but other clans are as arrogant as you, your arrogance helps you not to fear death, but can your arrogance prevent the fall of your relatives, can you stop the enemy's butcher's knife?"

The orcs began to waver, looking at each other, hoping to get an answer from each other's eyes to encourage them, but found that each other's eyes were blank.

The thug snorted coldly and left the altar, and Chief Daman followed.

The actions of the Ibiqi clan have attracted the attention of many clans, and they have also been ridiculed by many clans, especially the forgers of their own clan, although they are dead, they are still ridiculed by those orcs, of course, they laugh at the same time, and at the same time sell the things that their tribes are best at making to the Ibiqi clan.

In their opinion, such a clan, even if they are well equipped, is still weak, and they have lost the most proud soul of the orcs.

The news of the Apostle of Timun Radu also spread, and of course, several other clans who believed in Radu believed that the Ibiqi clan was fabricating an oracle to seek some opportunities for growth.

In order to spice up their monotonous lives, many clans ridiculed the Beech clan by claiming that they also had a Radu apostle in their clan.

Chief Daman and the entire tribe were indignant, but they really didn't have the strength to go to war with the rest of the clan other than scolding, and occasionally, Daman would complain to Zimon.

It's not just them who annoy the other clans, the gangster, this fake and shoddy Radu Apostle, is not an authentic product in the first place, if he is not afraid of the shadow crooked, in Qi Meng, he himself is crooked.

The thug himself took four warriors to the various tribes to show his might.

Of course, the object is naturally the apostle of Radu, who claims to be in the clan.

Those orc clans were originally sarcastic, who knew that the Beech clan was more serious, the first tribe despised Qi Meng first, and randomly found a clansman to pretend to be a Radu apostle, but was killed by Qi Meng instantly, and the next three tribes heard the words, and they all carefully prepared, they didn't believe that the small tribe of Beech would have any strong people, as long as the elite of the clan was selected, they could easily defeat the Radu Apostle of the Biqi clan, of course, their concept was based on Qi Meng is the apostle fabricated by the Yibiqi clan.

When the 'Apostle of Radu' of the third clan fell under the flames of Qimon, the tribe behind them, who also claimed to have Radu's attempt, was a little panicked.

The thug had a very majestic expression on his face, and in the battle with those pseudo-apostles, he tried his best to blur and mystify his strength, so that he could have the style of trying to pull it, and now the average eighteenth-level martial artist may not be Qi Meng's opponent, and it is not difficult to do this in the process of fighting those 'pseudo-apostles'.

A month has passed, only one Giant Rock Clan has not gone, this clan is much stronger than the other clans in front, the entire clan has more than 5,000 people, scattered in several villages and a small town, several villages built by several branches, one of which has become Qi Meng's shelter tonight, he took four Ibic warriors to live in the big shape, but he is not worried that they will use some unsightly means.

The orcs are almost stupid in some ways, and they could have directly besieged Qi Meng with a large number of hands, and had to use their own tribe's pseudo-apostles to defeat Qi Meng in order to expose the fact that Yi Biqi had forged the apostles.

The night was as clean as it was clear, and Qi Meng was thinking about how he could convince the other clans that it might not be enough to put on a show with those powers.

Suddenly. A scorching air flow in the shadows suddenly blew on him, and when he turned around, a huge figure had appeared from the shadows, Qi Meng turned his head suddenly, and clearly saw its face, the bull-headed human body, four meters tall, if it weren't for the taller orcs of the Giant Rock Clan, their houses were also built extremely tall, and the head of this minotaur had already pierced the roof.

The authentic minotaur who is completely different from the minotaur of the barbarian tribe, his thick arm made a snapping sound, some black thunder and lightning flashed on the thick arm, and a punch smashed, Qi Meng's powerful wind pressure tore the floor under Qi Meng's feet, and the blood flame barrier in front of him was broken up by this minotaur with a punch, and he immediately took a step back, fortunately, the minotaur was powerful, but the speed was not agile, but the power fluctuation of this minotaur was comparable to that of a fifteenth-level king horse, and he didn't dare to despise it, and after taking a step back, he flashed behind the minotaur。

"Look for death!" Qi Meng's palm was bleeding flames, and the blood flames quickly condensed into a bloody sword, slashing towards the minotaur's neck.

But they were like steel, and his sword could only cut through the skin, forming a wound that was neither deep nor shallow.

Suddenly, a sword qi shot out from the shadows again, more than one person?

Qi Meng's neck was torn open by the silver sword qi, and he was full of horror, blood gushing out, and he fell to the ground.

Out of the shadows came a slender figure, although the face was covered, but the wonderful curves could not be hidden, and the silver thin sword under her jade shoots gradually faded its brilliance.

The minotaur turned to look at Qi Meng and said to the female assassin, "Cut off the head." ”

The thin sword in the female assassin's hand is not a soft sword, but an extremely hard metal made of, in order to pursue the ultimate sharpness, and as thin as a silver thread, holding it at this moment, swinging a sword towards Qi Meng's neck, only to see that the moment the body and head separated, this corpse turned into a large area of blood flames, and behind the female assassin and the minotaur, a red flame in Qi Meng quickly revealed, holding a blood sword in his hand, swinging towards the minotaur's neck, this time the blade is still difficult to destroy his solid defense, but one after another cracks appeared from the minotaur's neck, Qi Meng also released a lot of ash gas, its neck exploded with a bang, and the head fell to the ground。

At this moment, a silver light flashed, and Qi Meng's neck was once again cracked with a neat wound, and the wall behind him was also neatly cut, but a layer of blood spurted out of Qi Meng's wound, and the wound healed quickly.

The female assassin's beautiful light blue eyes showed incomparable surprise, her whole body suddenly tightened, and she flew off the ground on her own, her thirteenth-level fighting spirit was like a baby in front of Qi Meng.

"Who called you here?" Qi Meng stared at her coldly, his eyes glancing slightly, and her jade-white fingers clicked and bent and broke on their own.

Tears welled up in his light blue eyes, but he didn't make a sound.

"Don't say it, okay, Lao Tzu is worried about coming to this ghost place for abstinence for too long, and he is about to suffocate. ”

With that, a flame ignited from under her, and under Qi Meng's incomparably precise control, it burned her body cleanly, revealing her white jade body and delicate face, which looked to be about twenty-three years old.

There was still a little redness and swelling on the delicate two points, which Qi Meng deliberately burned just now.

The woman suddenly had a painful look, blood overflowed from the corners of her mouth, Qi Meng snorted coldly, her mouth was immediately forcibly stretched open by a force, and there were already tooth marks on her tongue.

The red tongue was covered with blood.

The corners of Qi Meng's mouth smiled, the robe slowly faded from her body, and the woman's legs were raised little by little, separated, revealing the most mysterious place, Qi Meng's murder weapon was already raised, the woman's body flew over little by little, Qi Meng's arms suddenly locked her thighs, and stabbed her waist.

"No!"

The female assassin's eyes were desperate, and a wisp of blood ran down Qi Meng's thigh.

Bumping, writhing, fast and slow.

She suppressed herself from making the sounds, but the murder weapon would occasionally become hot as if it would ignite inside her, accompanied by pain and strange sensations that made her lose control and tremble.

Qi Meng has no pity for the female assassin who assassinated like this, anyway, there is too much **** in his body, he can take his time, from midnight to dawn, he sneered: "Are you willing to say it now? It doesn't matter if you don't say it, we still have a long time." ”

But the female assassin gritted her teeth and spat out a mouthful of blood, but before it reached Qi Meng's face, it turned into a mist in the air and dissipated.

The gangster stabbed angrily, and as soon as the murder weapon touched the bottom, even with a trace of hell fire, the woman let out an irrepressible cry of pain again, Qi Meng threw the woman away from him, and the angry murder weapon was stimulated by a few traces of curse power, and slowly lost his fighting spirit. The woman's whole body was soft and trembling, Qi Meng had long since failed to control her body with material intervention, she reached out to pick up the sword on the ground, supported her weak body, and stood up little by little.

"Get out, Lao Tzu won't kill you, tell your master that if you want to assassinate Lao Tzu in the future, it's best to send the Holy Land. Qi Meng slowly put back on her clothes, the morning light had slowly emerged from the side of the mountain, and a set of men's clothes was thrown in front of the woman, she stared at Qi Meng coldly, bit her bloodless lip, kicked away Qi Meng's clothes, and stabbed towards Qi Meng with trembling steps. (To be continued.) )