Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 698 The thief's heart is immortal
The cyan flame was like a nimble long snake, quickly climbing onto the palm of the young man in brocade.

The temperature contained in the flame was really too terrifying, but within one breath, it burned the palm of the brocade-clothed youth into a black charcoal.

"..."

Because the whole process happened so fast, the young man in brocade clothes didn't even come back to his senses, and his palms were useless.

Although in the tribe, there are many elixirs that can regenerate the broken palm, but after the burning of the Eight Desolation Burning Heaven Flame, how can any elixir be able to restore it.

The hands of this brocade-clothed youth may never grow back in this lifetime.

Xiaoyun and his younger brother were also staring blankly at the scene of lightning and flint in front of them.

"You're awake." Xiaoyun said with a little surprise. After taking care of him for so many days, seeing Jiang Mo wake up from a deep sleep, of course she couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Yeah." Jiang Mo nodded and said sincerely, "You saved me, right? Thank you so much."

Xiaoyun nodded and smiled, and the siblings leaned against Jiang Mo at the same time, as if this was the only way to avoid being attacked by the young man in brocade clothes.

"Damn bastard, you were responsible for that blue flame just now, right?" The young man in brocade gnashed his teeth, the temperature of the flames was so high that the young man in brocade clothes lost his hands without even feeling the pain.

"It's me." Jiang Mo nodded, his dark eyes drooping slightly, he didn't even look at the guy who barked like a mad dog with his teeth and claws.

"Do you know my identity? In this tribe, against me, I will make your life worse than death!" The young man in brocade clothes looked grim, and Xiaoyun and his brother were obviously worried about this person's background, and their faces were a little ugly.

This Yaozu tribe is very remote. Among the tribe, people's hearts are honest and honest, but there are still some things that are arrogant.

"I don't know your identity. But what I do know is that if you dare to step here again, I will keep you there and never come back!" Jiang Mo's slightly flat words fell in the ears of the siblings, and immediately The confidence of the siblings was greatly increased. For some reason, the siblings believed in this thin young man who almost died by the stream for no reason.

Whoosh!
As soon as Jiang Mo's voice fell, the Ancient Heavenly Punishment Sword flew up from the feet of the young man in brocade, setting off a gust of wind, which happened to blow the young man out of the door.

boom!
The young man in brocade clothes fell heavily on the ground, grinning his teeth in pain, and said viciously: "A group of unscrupulous people who don't know what to do, when I return to the tribe and move back to rescue the soldiers, I will ask you to kneel at my son's feet and beg for mercy."

After finishing speaking, the young man in brocade clothes was afraid that Jiang Mo was up to something, so he scrambled and fled back to the tribe.

"My lord, what's your injury?" Xiao Yun looked at Jiang Mo's right chest. Before that, a penetrating wound almost broke his body.

"There is no serious problem. During this period of time, I really want to thank you two brothers and sisters." Jiang Mo smiled gently, but his face was still a little pale, and he continued: "Don't worry, if that person dares to hit you again The idea of ​​your siblings. I will definitely show him some color."

The dark-faced and slightly honest boy was obviously relieved, but his sister thought more about it.

"Young Master, I know that your strength is not weak. However, that man's father is an elder in the tribe and has great power. At that time, if you really can't resist, you can take my younger brother and leave here first. I'm a weak woman, they won't do anything to me." Xiao Yun pinched the corner of her skirt and said firmly.

"Sister, I will never leave you alone." The honest boy shook his head.

"Is the elder of the tribe? What kind of strength is he?" Jiang Mo asked lightly with his eyes slightly lowered.

"Very strong, very strong, I heard that he once killed a very powerful desolate beast!" The honest boy answered.

……

In the Yaozu tribe, the young man in brocade clothes dragged a pair of palms that had turned into black charcoal, and returned home with a mournful face.

Compared with the place where Xiaoyun sister and brother live, this place is many times better.

There are hundreds of maidservants alone, which is enough to see the powerful status of the father of this young man in brocade clothes in the tribe.

"Son, what's wrong with your hands?" An old man in a fine attire walked out of the house, and when he saw the black charcoal palms of the young man in brocade clothes, his face trembled.

This old man in fine clothes is the third elder of the tribe, possessing the strength of the Nine Star Martial Lord.

"Father, you must avenge me. The siblings by the stream found a very strong guy from nowhere. Today is him, and he made my hands crippled. The man also threatened that even if father, you are a tribal He is not afraid of the elder." The young man in brocade clothes said angrily, if he knew that his palm would never grow again in this life, I am afraid that his anger would increase a little bit.

"How strong is that person?" asked the old man in Chinese clothes.

"I don't know, he didn't make a move. It's just that there is a strange sword that can produce flames by itself, and my hands were burned by the flames on the sword." The young man in brocade clothes replied.

"Can it produce flames?" The old man in fine clothes stroked his beard, frowned slightly, and said: "I think that sword is also a high-level real weapon, and I sent three strong warriors to protect you. First, you have to Kill that kid to avenge. Second, help my father get back that real weapon. Can it be done?" The old man in Chinese clothes squinted his eyes and asked.

"Father, don't worry, as long as you give me three strong Martial Lords, I will be able to take off that kid's head!" The young man in brocade clothes turned from sad to happy.

On this day, the young man in brocade clothes didn't care about applying medicine to his hands, so he took three strong men from the tribe sent by his father and headed towards the place where the siblings were by the stream.

A ferocious smile appeared on the face of the young man in brocade clothes. This time, not only was he able to hug the beauty back, but he was also able to kill the boy and avenge his severed palm.

That ancient sword is also very strange, if he can get it, he will not worry about not having a place in the tribe in the future.

In the cabin, Jiang Mo sat cross-legged quietly to recuperate, the energy in his body flowed slowly along the meridians, nourishing the wound pierced by the feather sword.

The speed at which the wound healed was so fast that both siblings were amazed.

"Can you pick up my sword?" After a while, Jiang Mo opened his eyes and looked at the honest boy.

"My younger brother is stronger. He goes up the mountain to cut firewood every day. He took the sword off your body when he rescued you." Xiaoyun explained with a smile.

With Jiang Mo here, the siblings seem to have Dinghaishenzhen.

Jiang Mo nodded. Not to mention the heavy weight of the Ancient Heavenly Punishment Sword itself, and its repulsion to other people, it is really strange that this simple and honest boy can hold it up and wield it to fend off enemies.

However, Jiang Mo's thoughts were soon interrupted, and someone seemed to be coming from ten miles away.

"What a wicked heart! This time I will really teach you some lessons."

Jiang Mo sighed softly in his heart.

(End of this chapter)