Iron Cross Fire

Swoosh!

As soon as the words fell, Tie Bowen struck Nalan Wushuang on the back of her neck with a lightning-like move. Since Miss Nine was unwilling to leave, he had to resort to extraordinary means.

To be honest, Tie Bowen was reluctant to take action, and he didn't want to be separated from her like this, but at this critical moment of life and death, he had to make a decision.

Nalan Wushuang didn't have time to react, she cried out, closed her eyes and fainted directly.

Miss Nine, goodbye forever...

Tie Bowen took a deep breath, endured the pain in his heart, hid Nalan Wushuang in a hole in the grass, then turned around and went to meet Yitaier and others.

Soon, Yitaier and others arrived.

"Tie Bowen!"

At this moment, Yitaier's cold face was full of gloom: "I was just about to find you, and you, the fish that slipped through the net, appeared. Hand over the treasure quickly and die obediently!"

The cold voice spread throughout the venue, leaving no room for doubt.

While speaking, Yitaier looked around the scene and saw nearly a hundred men, all lying in a pool of blood, and his anger grew even stronger.

Moreover, Yitaier noticed that there was only Tie Bowen in front of him, but the Jiuzhou woman who had been with him had disappeared. He immediately waved his hand and said, "Find the Jiuzhou woman."

"Yes!"

Hearing the order, the elite cavalry behind him responded in unison, and then quickly searched around, but there was no clue at all.

At this time, they didn't know that Nalan Wushuang was in the bushes in front of them, but the cave was too hidden, and they couldn't find it at all without careful inspection.

"You don't have to look for it."

At this moment, Tie Bowen took a step forward, looked directly at Yitaier and said, "Everything has nothing to do with the Ninth Girl, and she has left. Whatever you want, just come to me."

Haha!

Seeing Tie Bowen's fearless face, Yitaier couldn't help but nod his head in approval: "As expected of Timur's son, he is very courageous. Don't worry, I will send you down in a while to reunite with your father."

Swish!

Hearing this, Tie Bowen was shocked and shouted angrily: "What did you do to my father?" Although he had guessed it just now, it was still difficult to accept it when he heard Yitaier say it in person.

Yitaier looked proud and said word by word: "Timur colluded with the remnants of the Tiandao Society and captured Her Majesty the Queen. His crime is unforgivable. A day ago, Timur and his family, young and old, were all killed."

As he spoke, Yitaier locked his eyes on Tie Bowen, and a trace of contempt appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Now, you are the only one left in your family who has escaped the net. Do you understand?"

Buzz!

Hearing this, although Tie Bowen was prepared, he was still stunned at this time. His heart was hit hard by an invisible hammer, his head was buzzing, and he was completely stunned.

Dead... Father and family, all dead...

"I want you to die..."

The next second, Tie Bowen's eyes widened, bursting out two lines of blood and tears, and roared at Yitaier.

Buzz!

As the last word fell, Tie Bowen's strength exploded, and his figure was like a cannonball, punching towards Yitaier. Wherever his figure passed, the sky seemed to be shattered.

This punch contained Tie Bowen's endless grief and resentment, and it was extremely powerful.

Haha!

Seeing Tie Bowen punching, Yitaier was not happy at all, but showed a trace of contempt: "With this little ability, you dare to be presumptuous in front of me?"

As he spoke, Yitaier slapped his palm lightly.

Prince Aotian on the side looked at the excitement with a leisurely face. In his heart, people like Tie Bowen were not qualified to let him take action.

Bang!

The fist and palm power collided, and a roar broke out. It was seen that Yitaier's figure just shook slightly, still floating in the air.

Tie Bowen groaned and was directly knocked back dozens of meters. He fell to the ground, looking pale and in an extremely embarrassed state. Although he was the best among the younger generation of the Rakshasa tribe, Yitaier was the first warrior, and his background was not comparable to Tie Bowen.

"Boy!"

Yitaier was suspended in the air, looking down at Tie Bowen, with a tone full of contempt: "With this little ability, you still want revenge?"

Swish!

Hearing this mocking remark, Tie Bowen struggled to stand up, clenched his fists, and pinched his nails into the flesh, bleeding...

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