Yuan Futu is also a cultivator, and his physical body is obviously far inferior to Xiaodouzi, but at this moment, he calmly blocked the roaring flying sword.
The flying sword was an innate spiritual treasure of high quality, but when it hit Yuan Futu's belly, it suddenly bent. The middle section of the flying sword was shattered inch by inch, and the materials inside were decomposing at an alarming speed.
Yuan Futu lowered his head and looked at the ancient spiritual treasure Yuanyang Dragon Armor he was wearing, with a sneer on his lips.
"How...how could it be possible?" The Taoist leader had a look of horror on his face, his steps were moving backwards, and he seemed to be thinking about how to escape.
Yuan Futu narrowed his eyes and said: "What I hate the most in my life is others snatching my things!" As soon as he finished speaking, the sword shadow in his hand flew out and pierced the water element defense barrier of a Taoist in the Dharma God Realm.
The true essence exploded immediately, and the sword shadow penetrated his head without any obstruction.
At the same time, Xiaodouzi solved another Taoist from the Hunyuan realm.
At this moment, only the Taoist leader was still alive, but he obviously knew that facing such a strong man, there was no possibility of escape. He just stood there numbly, letting the blood drip from the corner of his eyes on his clothes.
superior.
Yuan Futu walked up to him and said, "How did you know there was a mineral vein here?"
"Do you know who I am? Let me tell you, I am a disciple of Shushan Ling generation. If you dare to kill me, you will be killed by Shushan Sect in this life!"
Yuan Futu frowned slightly and said: "Senior Ling? I'm not afraid of Gen. Xuan's nose, but I'm afraid of you, a coward like you. I just want to know how you know about the mineral veins?"
The man sneered, "You have time to question me, why not first care about whether all the people in this tribe have been killed."
"What?!" Xiaodouzi said in shock.
Yuan Futu looked at him with cold eyes and said, "Have you already taken action against the people of the tribe?"
The Taoist said: "I think even if you rush over now, I'm afraid the tribe will have been wiped out long ago."
"Shui'er!" Xiaodouzi thought of the little girl first, and without saying a word, he flew up and walked through the air on those boots.
Yuan Futu stretched out his index finger and poked it directly between the Taoist's eyebrows, reaching the base of his finger. The Taoist struggled for a moment and then became silent again.
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The Qinghe tribe was in a mess.
Those ancient houses were forcibly destroyed, and the bodies of tribal residents could be seen everywhere, whether in farmland or by streams.
Xiaodouzi was searching frantically. He was very afraid of finding it. He was afraid that something bad had happened to Shui'er, but he was also afraid that he could not find it because he would feel very uneasy.
Yuan Futu looked at the corpses on the ground, anger burning in his eyes. He came to the ancestral hall and found that all the spiritual tablets inside had been smashed, and the old patriarch was lying in a pool of blood, dying.
"Old Patriarch!" Yuan Futu rushed over and found that the Patriarch's body had been slashed more than ten times. The swords were deadly. If he hadn't swallowed the second-level pill earlier, he would have died long ago.
The old patriarch's mouth was dripping with blood. When he saw Yuan Futu, he didn't know where he got the strength to grab his shoulders and said: "Please... please... save Shui'er... she was caught...
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Before he finished speaking, his breath suddenly stopped, but he was already dead.
Xiaodouzi came in and saw the old patriarch's body. He was so sad and angry that he yelled at the top of his lungs.
Yuan Futu looked cold and said in a deep voice: "Shui'er has been captured. Let's go to the Black Dragon Tribe to rescue her."
Xiaodouzi wiped her tears and said, "Okay!"
The Black Dragon Tribe was dozens of miles away, and the journey was not far, but Yuan Futu still used the Wind Seal more than ten times to reach this huge tribe at a fast speed.
The city gate was tightly closed, and there were more than a dozen guards standing outside the gate. They were all robbers and bandits who had achieved some success in martial arts. They looked so fierce that if they saw it, a child would be frightened and cry.
Yuan Futu walked over with a steady pace.
"Who are you? Stop!"
When the guards saw unfamiliar faces, they became alert, but Yuan Futu showed no intention of stopping.
"court death!"
Suddenly, a sharp and broad knife struck down and landed on Yuan Futu's shoulder. The blade curled up, the tiger's mouth burst open, and the man was sent flying ten feet away.
Yuan Futu still did not stop.
In the blink of an eye, all the weapons attacked at the same time, but they were all knocked away by the invisible force, and then bounced back to the guard himself, causing blood to spatter.
Bang!
Xiaodouzi bumped his shoulders, and the heavy door fell backwards, but it had broken into several pieces when it landed on the ground.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Yuan Futu. You must know that there are tens of thousands of people in the tribe, all of them are fierce and tough people. No one can enter and exit freely alone.
However, in Yuan Futu's eyes, they were just pitiful ants, staring at the tall building in the center in front of them, thinking that that should be where the clan leader was.
"If you dare to trespass into the Black Dragon Tribe, please report your name!" At this time, two middle-aged men stood in the way. They did not have strong muscles, but their breath was long, and they were innate martial saints who had reached their peak.
"Where is the girl from the Qinghe tribe?" Yuan Futu said in a cold tone.
The two innate martial saints looked at each other and did not want to say anything more. Then the shadow of a fist roared towards them, making a sound in the air. But before they could get close, a figure flashed in front of them. If they looked closely, they saw that it was a bald young man.
Xiaodouzi stood still, letting the shadow of the fist fall on him, but he only heard a clicking sound, and the wrists of the two innate martial saints were all broken. There was a look of horror on their faces, and they kept retreating.
"Where is she?" Xiaodouzi's angry expression looked extremely ferocious at this moment.
"In...in the patriarch's room."
As soon as they finished speaking, their heads had exploded and blood splattered everywhere.
Yuan Futu's hand still maintained the posture of twisting the sword, and the crowd fled away in panic.
Running the Swift Wind Seal, the next moment he appeared in front of the building.
"What the hell, Miss Shui'er is my woman, why should I let you, a fat pig, enjoy it? Damn it!" The ruffian young man lowered his head and complained, lifting the stones on the ground with all his strength, apparently not noticing.
Yuan Futu was already in front of him.
Yuan Futu stretched out his hand and slapped his thin face feebly. Immediately, the head spun like a top, rolled to the ground with a rolling sound, and half of his face collapsed.
The door was ajar, and the sound of clothes being torn and obscene laughter could be heard from inside.