At this moment, the reconstructed dark gold blade wheel stepped out with Mu Fan's body in a certain elegant manner.
The knife wheel instantly...
Disappear in front of everyone.
Accompanied by Mu Fan's dark gold body that disappeared and then appeared in an instant.
The Iron Tribe people holding various weapons high were stunned at the same time.
boom!
In their sight...
That iron clan sword outfit that is indestructible and has not left any traces of time has actually...
It instantly exploded into mist.
The dark gold sword wheel reappeared three meters away from before, smashing the super-heavy sword equipment that was more than two and a half meters into pieces.
The proud arm strength and weapons of Lev, the leader of the Iron Tribe, were crushed to pieces in front of this dark gold armor.
When the Han Han Dao Wheel was about to sink into Lev's head, a slight fluctuation appeared in Mu Fan's eyes. The blade suddenly retracted and turned into a short dark gold stick again, hitting Lev's chest hard and horizontally.
puff!
A mouthful of blood mist exploded into the air, and the sound of several ribs breaking was heard.
Lev's short but terrifyingly strong body was like a cannonball, flying twenty meters across and hitting an extinguished iron furnace behind him.
boom!
Half of the iron furnace was trampled, and Lev's body lay in the dust, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
At this time, the dark gold figure that reappeared in everyone's field of vision had just taken its second step and stepped into the blood mist.
When the blood mist sprayed by Lev floated to a position twenty centimeters in front of the dark gold armor, it was silently ignited into sparks.
On the armor that carries the vicissitudes of life, simplicity, and strength...
Unstained by a drop of blood.
Even if you are twice as powerful, you can still fight for dozens of rounds and lose.
The remaining clan members will not feel as they do now.
That is the most primitive and bloody violence.
Completely different from the mysterious envoy of God...
This is what they are watching helplessly, unrivaled...powerful.
Just one blow... shattered the strong body and sharp sword armor that the Iron Clan was proud of.
Three times stronger, they still have the heart to resist.
However, when the power completes such crushing.
All the anger and hatred turned into an abyss of despair.
Lev is the strongest person in the Iron Clan!
Today, is their race going to be annihilated?
Can nearly a thousand tribesmen stop this demon?
"leader!"
"leader……"
Some Iron Tribe people rushed to the broken iron furnace and threw the messy bricks aside.
However, just when the Iron Clan was in panic.
Mu Fan's blue eyes fell under the iron smelting furnace.
"Remember, I spared your life because of Saran."
The footsteps move silently.
The Iron Tribe people, who originally shared the same hatred, had confusion in their eyes, and then there was a sense of joy in surviving a desperate situation.
Lev is not dead!?
"As a human being, she is more dazzling than you."
"Isn't it just to leave this space? I will give you a way out."
"Isn't it just for a better life? I'll give it to you."
"But, starting from today, all your powers will be inherited by Saran."
"Think about it and live."
"If you don't think well, you will die."
The Iron Tribe people were frightened by Mu Fan's extremely powerful aura, and involuntarily opened a passage, allowing Mu Fan to walk in front of Lev.
"Cough, cough."
Lev's eyes were bloodshot, not because of anger, but because Mu Fan's horizontal blow was too heavy.
At this level...the opponent's strength is still doubled.
He had never seen it in his life.
I have never seen such a ferocious beast.
All his pride was shattered by that casual blow.
Although there was anger in his eyes, mixed with fear.
But the previous hatred...
Instead, it disappeared.
"What you said...is it true!?" Lev's body is really strong. After suffering a blow comparable to that of a mecha, he was still able to stand up with his fists on the ground.
"Can you... well, take my people away?"
After finishing speaking, Lev's breath became as thin as a gossamer, and severe pain continued to spread from his broken bones.
Mu Fan looked down at the other person, did not speak, but raised his head indifferently and walked past him.
The voice floated slowly from the side.
"Salan, lead the way, I want to meet the so-called... divine messenger."
Saran, who was shocked by all these changes, stretched out his rough hand and wiped the crying face.
Those sparkling eyes, and the face that was far from beautiful, were exceptionally harmonious.
Her eyes went from being confused at first to firm now.
The Iron Tribe girl didn't speak. She looked back at her father's body with sadness in her eyes, then she raised her head and nodded vigorously.
Under the cold mask, the corners of Mu Fan's mouth curled up.
This girl has more backbone and strength than her people.
That is spiritual strength.
The sound of forging iron that could be heard from time to time in the distance slowly disappeared, and the Iron Tribe people who understood what had happened stepped aside in fear.
People who don't understand what happened, looking at the involuntary separation of their own people, don't dare to be reckless at all.
The so-called "god's envoy"'s slavery and these three years of comfort have already made them forget the pain of struggling to survive in the wilderness.
As the two figures marched one after another, behind them, the Iron Tribe people spontaneously formed a team and hung slowly behind them.
Their current mentality is at a loss.
The originally clear direction was now brutally destroyed, and now all eyes subconsciously fell on Saran.
What on earth do the outsiders this girl brings here do?
"Is everything you said true?"
Hearing Saran's generous voice, Mu Fan's eyes fell.
Saran was suddenly nervous, but she did not avoid it. Instead, she asked with red eyes: "I said, can you take our people out of here? Saran really liked her previous life, even if it was bitter, there was hope. Saran
I have healthy parents, but now...everything is ruined."
Big tears rolled down from the corners of the girl's eyes.
"real."
Mu Fan's voice was calm, and he stared into those hopeful eyes, "You long for a happy life, right?"
"Yeah!" Saran nodded heavily.
"Then I will give you this opportunity to lead your people and live the kind of life you want."
"Then what do you want Saran to do? My father once taught me that gains and efforts must be equal. The Iron Tribe people are not lazy people who get something for nothing." Saran did not shirk like that kind of weak and inexperienced girl. This girl
He carries the cheerfulness and strength unique to men.
condition?
Mu Fan's eyes flashed with thought, "Just forge weapons. From now on, the development of the tribe is entirely up to you."
At this moment, Mu Fan was thinking of the newly reconstructed Iron Clan sword outfit. If the Armored Dragon Cavalry was not activated, just relying on the dark gold short stick...
He couldn't penetrate that giant sword at all.
This tribe is primitive and fierce, but has some unique skills.
Shadow Island can take them in.
In the virtual space, Hei didn't speak from the beginning to the end, but it was clearly aware of all Mu Fan's actions.
【Mu Fan, you are really mature.】
[Old thing, if you can be resurrected one day, take a good look at the sapling you planted, hehe.]