Chapter 545: Snatching Tribute Girls

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The white long yarn covered the entire Zimu car trunk.
However, Ning Xiaochuan's mind is strong, not an ordinary layer of tulle can cover his eyes, naturally seeing the purple-clad woman sitting inside.
It wasn't exactly the purple Hanyan who had seen her face several times in Tianshicheng. Her face was very clear, her eyebrows were like willow leaves, her eyes were like ponds, her mind was smart, and she was comparable to an extraordinary woman.
However, no matter how intelligent she is, it is difficult to fight against the Temple of Devils. In order that the Zi people will not be suppressed by the Temple of Devils, she can only be regarded as a "tribute girl" and pay tribute to the aunt.
Of course, she also knows that she may not even see her real body, and she will only become a master of Wuyue's practice. Even though she knew she would be miserable in the end, she couldn't resist and could only choose to obey.
Even the ancestors of the Zi ethnic group could not protect her, how could she resist?
"The Temple of Magic Evil is getting more and more excessive. With tribute as a reason, it converges wealth, kills innocent people, and robs female dependents. Now even the nine major clans do not look at them, and they openly give the purple tribe's proud daughter Take it away. "
"There is no way! Who is called 獠 is too powerful, even the Zi people can only swallow their voices, sacrificing a younger woman, and save the entire Zi people."
"The" Yin and Yang Sutra "practiced by the son-in-law has reached the realm of the Yaeyang fire. To practice successfully. Zihan Yan is the most outstanding woman in the sky of the Zi people, and has the "Ice Snow Heart Palace", which is the best target.
"In order to help the son of Wuyue to win the furnace, I heard that even Nangong Ming, the deputy chief of the Temple of Devil's Palace, has personally visited the Zi family and put pressure on the Zi family king."
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On both sides of the street, many monks are whispering, some people are sorry, others are gloating, and some are more angry. However, they just say a few words of sigh. Even if you look at the magic temple hall again, who dares? Really offend the Temple of Devil?
"boom!"
A two-storey house fell from the air and smashed into the tribute procession, overturning a tributary car, and two soldiers guarding the tributary car were smashed and thrown out, under the rubble.
There was chaos on the street.
The tribute convoy stopped.
"Oh!"
A group of warriors in black was killed from the crowd. Black cloth was masked, with a cold murderous spirit, and a black sword in their hands, just like a group of deaths killed in the tribute convoy.
"puff!"
"puff!"
The black warrior's cultivation is very powerful, like a group of fierce and evil wolves. Just one breath time has passed, and more than a dozen escorts have paid tribute to the soldiers.
One of the tall black warriors, like a leader, broke into Zi Hanyan's chariot, grabbed Zi Hanyan's wrist, and took her away.
This group of warriors in black is very quick and well-trained. They will soon kill the convoys who escorted the tributes, and they will leave with purple smoke!
"call out!"
A sharp white brilliance flew from the golden dragon-like dragon car in the forefront, changing dozens of directions in a row, and the speed was almost as streamer!
When the white Guanghua stopped, everyone saw clearly that it turned out to be a man in white!
It's just that his speed is too fast, so it looks like a white light.
"Hmm! Hmm ..."
Dozens of warriors in black clothing all fell to the ground, and there was a finger-sized blood hole at the center of the eyebrow, where red blood and white brain flowed.
Just in an instant, dozens of martial arts masters were killed. These methods are really appalling, shocking the monks on both sides of the street!
He is the No. 1 son of the youngest generation in Jiuyinjiang, Wuyue son.
The son of Wuyue is not a gentle man, but he is very burly, with a Chinese face, dark skin, thick eyebrows, and a body of more than two meters in height!
He was standing in the middle of the street with his hands on his shoulders, almost like an iron tower, staring sharply at the head of the warrior in black and the purple smoke standing on the opposite side, humming, saying: Dare to snatch, your courage is not small! "
"If it is really a tribute to Lord King Wang, I will naturally not it. However, some people use fake kings and pretend to seek their own benefits by the name of Lord King Wang. Why am I afraid to it?" The warrior's head stood in front of Zi Hanyan and whispered: "Yan, you go first, I'll stop him."
Zi Hanyan pulled the arm of the black warrior's head tightly, pursed his lips, and shook his head vigorously.
Wuyue son sneered and said, "No one can leave today!"
There was a raging flame on his skin, turning red, like a red iron block, and a spark of Mars would appear in the air and on his skin.
When he moved, he rushed towards Zi Hanyan and the black warrior's leader.
Wuyuezi hit a pair of flame fists, condensing two fire unicorn head virtual shadows, and a terrifying beast roar broke out.
The head of the warrior in black and the smoke of Zi Han hit the martial arts power at the same time, resisting the past, but it was just one moment when the two of them were blasted off and fell out of the ground.
In the face of Wuyuezi's horrific fighting power, the two of them couldn't resist even one round, and they were hit hard at the same time.
"boom!"
Wuyuezi's speed is agile. In a flash, he rushed to the front of the black warrior's head. When the black warrior's head had not responded, he slashed it with a palm and cut the right leg of the black warrior's head. Give off.
"what……"
The head of the black warrior made a scream, the entire right leg was unconscious, the blood at the knee position was broken, blood flowed out, and the ground was soaked in red.
"father!"
Zi Hanyan covered his chest with a trace of blood in his mouth and tears in his eyes, and rushed towards the black warrior's head, hoping to hug the black warrior's head.
Wuyuezi's expression was indifferent. She grabbed her hair and lifted her face, exposing her beautiful and slender neck, her scalp was torn and her mouth made a painful snoring sound!
Wuyue son ignored her and stepped on the chest of the black warrior's head, suppressing the black warrior's head from moving, humming, and said, "Zilianshan, you are so brave, you even beat the king The tribute of the adults dare to snatch, it seems that your Zi people are really too arrogant, and they have completely ignored the Lord King. "
The black warrior's head clenched his teeth, and said angrily: "Nangong children, since I dared to come, I have never thought of returning to the Zi tribe. To tell you the truth, I have separated from the Zi tribe. If you want Use this as an excuse to convict the Zi, then you have miscalculated! "
"Oh!"
Wuyuezi kicked the black warrior's head to kick and flew out.
The head of the black warrior slammed against a hard wall, his head was bleeding, and he was buried under the broken wall.
"I don't know the old thing!" Wuyue glanced at the monks in the two streets with a cold stare, startled by the monks who fled because they were too panic, and some of them stepped on their trousers and fell to the ground.
"You ungrateful animal!"
Wuyuegong stared at Zi Hanyan, pulled her hair, dragged her to the ground, and dragged her to the red sandalwood cart with her arm waving.
"Keep on the road ..."
Just now Wuyuezi said this, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he looked towards the top of the red sandalwood car, and saw a man in a blue shirt standing on the top of the car, looking thin and with a face on his face. Golden ghost mask.
Just now, when he threw the purple cold smoke into the rosewood cart, there was no one on the top of the cart.
It was just a time to turn around, and there was one more person above, it was weird to the extreme.
"Who is it?" Wuyue son naturally asked without a trace of fear.
"Wow!"
The man in the blue shirt with the golden ghost mask walked down from the top of the car. It was really a step by step, walking in the air, like stepping on the invisible stairs!
He fluttered to the ground, glanced at Zi Hanyan in the car, and said, "Gongzichuan!"
"Gongzichuan?"
Wuyue son chuckled coldly, "In front of my Wuyue son, anyone dare to call the word" son "is a capital crime."
Wuyue's palm turned into paw prints, with five fingers bursting into flames, and his feet stepped forward two steps, stepping on the ground to make two deep footprints, one claw grabbed toward Ning Xiaochuan.
The claws, transformed into the claws of the fire unicorn, instantly reached the eyes of the blue-shirted man wearing a golden ghost mask, and the red flame almost wrapped the blue-shirted man completely.
"Oh!"
The man in the blue shirt was wrapped in lightning, tore the flame apart, jumped up, jumped into the rosewood cart, and stretched out an arm to embrace the frightening purple cold smoke of the waist.
Wuyue son screamed, a paw tore over, shattering the whole car.
"Oh!"
The man in the blue shirt picked up the purple cold smoke and turned it into a colorful streamer. His body was raised more than ten feet high!
Wuyue son snorted coldly, kicked his legs on the ground, shot suddenly, hit a "Kirin Claw" again, and turned it into a 5-meter-large flame Kirin claw.
The body of the man in the blue shirt moved above mid-air, and the position of each move was extremely mysterious. Drawing an arc in the air was like a emptiness, changing his position seven times in a row, and avoiding seven fierce attacks from the son-in-law. .
The monks below were stunned.
They are amazed at the strength of Wushu's martial arts supernatural powers, and each move has the power of rowing mountains. At the same time, they admire the mysterious blue shirt man, holding a woman in his hands, but his body is very strange, such as peers flowing water, so that the son of the moon has not even touched his clothes.