Zishu's voice fell, and in less than half an hour, six burly strong men, armed with weapons, rushed down from the mountain peak with great momentum.

Their figures are even taller and stronger under the reflection of colorful light.

"Who's going to challenge?"

The strong man at the head shouted with a black face and a fierce face.

"Me"

Zishu spoke up, reminding them that they were here.

In the snow, she was dressed in white, and under the refraction of the light, it was really not easy to find her traces.

Hearing this, the black-faced strong man looked in the direction of Zishu, and when he saw her slightly immature face, his expression was a little stunned.

"Little girl, are you going to challenge our Black Iron Tribe?"

Such a small one, I don't know if I can withstand his hammer?

Wouldn't it be nice if someone was stoned to death?

The black-faced strong man looked at the little girl in front of him, her waist was not as thick as his arm, and said in a self-righteous and kind tone: "Little girl, with your size, I think it's better to forget it." ”

He was born with a big throat, and even if his tone was much kinder, his voice was still very loud.

Hearing this, Zishu pursed his lips and smiled, "Before I came to you, I had already challenged the Yunfeng Tribe.

I am not as strong as you, but my strength is not necessarily as strong as you. ”

After Zishu finished speaking, he turned over his hand and took out a long sword, and said, "Please"

When the black-faced warrior heard this, he couldn't help but look at Zishu again.

Since you can defeat that group of narcissistic birdmen, you won't be very weak in the future.

"Then I'll come first, I'm the Black Iron Three Hammer, under 40, please. ”

According to the rules, if six people are fighting, they must be under the age of 40, and there is no limit to cultivation.

This point, for the challenge of Tianjiao, is a bit of a loss.

As long as the warrior with slightly better talent, the strength of the tribe is stronger, and he is in his 30s, there is no problem at all in cultivating to the mortal.

The six of them joined forces, coupled with their life souls, if the six people comprehended the artistic conception, the chance of losing the challenge Tianjiao was very high.

Therefore, although there are Tianjiao who challenge the rules of the tribe, there are very few Tianjiao who really challenge.

Zishu now has three pieces of Tianjiao Order in her hand, if she loses, she can hand over one piece of the Tianjiao Battle Order she harvested before, and this piece in her own hand will definitely not be handed over.

After all, the rule is just that if she loses, she will leave a piece of Tianjiao Battle Order, and it does not say that it must be herself.

The black-faced warrior waved his hand, and the other five stepped back, ceding the battlefield to two.

"Please"

Zishu held a long sword and hugged his fist at him, and the figure flashed and attacked him.

The long sword and the hammer collided together, and with a bang, Zishu took three steps back, and his arm trembled a few times invisibly.

It is worthy of striking iron every day, and the strength is great.

The hammer slammed into the sword, and it was bounced off by a soft force.

The Black Iron Triple Hammer also took half a step back, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

His life soul is an iron hammer, and he is born with great strength, and the reason for striking iron every day makes his strength much greater than that of his peers.

Unexpectedly, after the confrontation, he was actually shocked by the power on the long sword and took half a step back.

In his opinion, with Zishu's small body, it is normal to go down with a hammer and knock her out.

After the blow, Zishu's figure shook from side to side, and suddenly more than a dozen Zishu appeared around the Black Iron Three Hammers, and they swung their swords one after another and stabbed towards the Black Iron Three Hammers.

The black iron three hammers hurriedly waved the hammer in his hand to block.

After a sound of bells, Zishu retreated, appeared dozens of meters away, raised his chin, and said to the other five people: "Let's go together." ”

The Black Iron Three Hammer glanced down at the punctured animal skin on his body, fortunately, the other party kept his hand, otherwise, he would be dead by now.

That's a lot of speed.

The people of their Black Iron Tribe have a lot of strength, but they have a weakness that is their slow speed.

"Let's go together, let go of the soul. ”

After the Black Iron Hammer finished speaking, the light at the center of his eyebrows flashed, and his life soul turned into a white light, merging into the black sledgehammer in his hand.

The hammer, which was originally unremarkable, appeared on the hammer after his soul merged.

Something seems to be different.

A look of curiosity flashed in Zishu's eyes, what changes did the soul have changed after it was integrated into the weapon?

When the Black Iron Three Hammers integrated their own souls into their own souls, the other five also summoned their own souls.

Two hammers, a large knife, a three-legged square tripod, and a round-bellied stove.

The three warriors whose life souls were not hammers, when they summoned their life souls, they put away the iron hammers in their hands and took out the weapons corresponding to their life souls from the space bag.

After the three-legged Fang Ding merged with the soul of life, it shrank and flew above his head in the air.

At the moment when the life soul was fused in, Zishu saw that two runes appeared on Fang Ding's surface.

At the same time, the black round-bellied stove also flew above the warrior's head after the soul merged.

On the surface of the round-bellied stove, a rune emerged, as if it had been engraved.

Zishu's gaze looked at the three runes that suddenly appeared.

These three runes, some deep and some shallow, the runes on the round-bellied stove are much clearer.

The six warriors of Black Iron, as soon as they summoned their own life souls, moved with their feet, and quickly changed their battle formations.

The four warriors with the hammer and the broadsword stood outside, and the two warriors whose souls were Fang Ding and the furnace stood in the middle.

After their souls fused, Zishu put away the long sword in his hand and turned over his hand and took out the battle knife.

The sword danced, and countless sword lights, like ocean waves, swept towards the six people.

Fang Ding flew out and became larger, blocking in front of everyone, the runes on the surface lit up, and before the sword light could slash at Fang Ding, it was blocked by a light curtain.

Seeing this, Zishu's eyes flashed, he only used Yicheng's sword intent before, and after this life soul was integrated into the weapon, it really had its own uniqueness.

She raised her hand and swung out again, this time incorporating Sancheng's knife intent.

The sword light flew out, faster and more powerful than before.

A wave of sword light has not disappeared, and another wave of sword light has come.

There was a clanging sound, and the light curtain on Fang Ding's surface was scattered, and a rune on its surface suddenly disappeared.

When Zishu slashed out the second sword, the hammer in his hand smashed towards her.

The hammer grew larger in mid-air, and a huge black shadow fell.

As if someone was holding the handle of the hammer, it slammed down in the direction where Zishu was standing.

The hammer was raised, and there was no blood on the ground except for a large pit that had been smashed out.

At this moment, another sword light slashed towards the black iron warrior from another direction.

The round-bellied stove flew out, and the runes on the surface lit up, and after it became larger, all the sword light like a tide was sucked into the furnace.