The Determined Number

The night was dark and windy and snowy.

Dark black and pure white are intertwined and compatible in perfect harmony at this moment, regardless of each other.

Outside the deserted village, figures of people were constantly flashing around.

There were soft footsteps again, approaching quickly from the depths of the wilderness.

After a while, the ground suddenly began to tremble slightly.

Then there was the rumble of hoofbeats, which penetrated the dark wind and snow and reached everyone's ears.

Huo Yan and Weng Yu looked at each other, their eyes no longer filled with despair, but filled with extreme suspicion and shock.

When they just sensed the movement south of the deserted village and saw the leader of the Golden Dragon Tribe, Long Sheng, coming in person, the two of them had already broken through the bottom line of despair in their hearts, knowing that there was no way they would be spared this time.

However, as the subsequent situation develops.

The appearance of a large number of Northern Wilderness warriors made Huo Yan and Weng Yu's minds suddenly go blank. They could not believe their ears and eyes at all, and even firmly believed that they were dreaming.

That's right, I'm just dreaming.

And he was having a ridiculous and grotesque nightmare.

Especially Huo Han, who entered the Northern Wilderness with a certain private merchant team. Because he could write, do calculations, and was astute and thoughtful, he was noticed by the leader of the caravan, who took him step by step into the circle of nobles in the Northern Wilderness. Being accepted as a subordinate by a noble person.

The one who is near the water and the tower is the first to get the moon. He naturally knows a lot of information that ordinary people cannot have access to.

For example, the black-robed old man in front of me was the previous leader of the Golden Dragon Tribe of the powerful Northern Wilderness clan. As he grew older, he passed the title of Tribe Leader to his eldest son, while he retired behind the scenes and devoted more of his attention to martial arts practice.

This person's cultivation and merit have been combined with nature, which is by no means comparable to that of ordinary Beihuang masters.

However, such a person actually came here day and night just to hunt down a young man pretending to be a monk in the Northern Wilderness.

How not to shock him?

More importantly, Long Sheng did not come alone.

Just listening to the movement and observing the figures, there are at least dozens of elite Northern Wilderness warriors following him.

What is the concept of this? With the old tribe leader Long Sheng personally leading the team, coupled with the elites of the Golden Dragon tribe, it is not impossible to destroy a small or even medium-sized tribe in the Northern Wasteland.

As a result, there are so many people on the other side, such a powerful and terrifying force, just to chase and suppress one person!?

If you take a step back and think about it, even if Long Sheng is cautious and cautious, and uses the mentality of trying his best to fight the lion against the rabbit to the extreme, he will not launch such a large battle.

Huo Jin stood there blankly and took another look at the figure with his back to him. He was sure and certain that this Zhou warrior in red robe was definitely much younger than himself.

I just looked carefully at my body shape and appearance, and I can tell that he is no more than thirty years old at most.

So, this person is actually a young and weak martial arts master!?

In the deserted village, the cold wind howled, the snow fell, and the coldness of the forest eroded the body in waves.

Coupled with the increasingly thick and thick murderous intention, Huo Han was cold from head to toe.

However, at this moment between life and death, he forgot about fear, and even lost despair. He was just inexplicably dazed, racking his brains and couldn't figure out whether he was dreaming or what was happening before him. fact.

Wei Tao looked around, his eyes sweeping across the darkness shrouded in wind and snow in the distance.

The next moment, he looked again at the black-robed figure standing silently in front of him.

A slight smile appeared on his face, "The old gentleman really thinks highly of me. Not only did he pursue me at such an old age at night, but he even brought a large number of subordinates with him. Such a dragnet enveloped me. It is really surprising and inexplicable."

Dragon Saint put his hands in his sleeves and wore a black robe that rustled in the night wind.

"Underestimating the enemy's carelessness is a taboo for military strategists. As the saying goes, a lion must fight a rabbit with all his strength.

What's more, you can single-handedly kill our elite 100-man team, even Yin'er died, which shows that you are definitely not a rabbit, at least you are a wolf that can hurt people's lives."

At this point, he sighed deeply, "I am getting old, and the closer I am to the end of my life and death, the more cautious I need to be. I cannot put myself in danger easily, lest I make a mistake and regret it for eternity, and look back a hundred years later." body.

Therefore, if I am not afraid that you will move too fast after killing someone and cannot be traced, I would even like to invite a few old friends to come and take action together, in order to directly suppress you with a thunderous force."

Wei Tao tilted his head slightly, his expression becoming calmer, "What the old gentleman said is true, we should treat our enemies like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, without mercy, and clean them up cleanly."

At this moment, a sound like thunder and drums pierced the sky.

It suddenly exploded from outside the deserted village.

Long Sheng, whose whole body was covered in black robes, straightened his body. When the sound of drums appeared, he stamped his feet on the ground and took a step forward.

Boom!

Half of the deserted village trembled violently.

The snow fell loudly, and a large number of buildings that had been in disrepair collapsed again, sending up huge clouds of smoke and dust.

Boom!

Long Sheng took another step forward.

The ground shook again, blending in with the sound of drums.

The length of each step he takes is not very large, at most it is equivalent to the stride of an ordinary person.

But there were loud bangs, and the ground in the deserted village surged violently, as if the figure in black clothes and robes was the center, turning into a swaying basin of water.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each time Long Sheng stepped on the ground, Huo Yan and Weng Yu trembled more and more violently. They felt that their bodies were no longer under their control, and their heartbeats matched the beat of the man's drums.

And when the shaking sound became more and more intensive, the heartbeats of the two people became more and more intense.

Even the flesh and blood in the body vibrated and surged with it. This uncontrollable feeling was so terrible that it made the two of them extremely sad, and strands of blood began to flow out of the seven orifices.

Suddenly there was another muffled thud, and Weng Yu finally couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, staining the large snowfield in front of him red.

She rolled her eyes and gasped violently. She felt like her body was almost falling apart and her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

Huo Han's condition was slightly better, but he was still sweating profusely and his face turned pale.

He stared blankly at the old man in black clothes and robes approaching, but was unable to make any other reaction.

We can only wait to be overwhelmed by the endless momentum like a big wave, turning into messy powder all over the ground.

At this moment, Wei Tao moved forward slowly.

The black and red aura suddenly rose, mixed with dark golden light, and approached the oncoming black figure.

Wei Tao's steps were equally slow and slow.

And as the distance gets closer, the landing point of each step becomes more precise and straight, as if measured with a ruler, leaving increasingly deeper and transparent footprints on the ground.

At the same time, the five fingers of his hands were spread out like demon claws, and they were still swaying back and forth rhythmically.

Each swing stirs the vortex, like a giant hammer striking the void.

The dull gazes of Huo Yan and Weng Yu were almost broken and crushed.

Ten meters away, Long Sheng's expression suddenly became solemn, and his pupils shrank to the extreme in an instant.

He saw the hands that seemed to be tearing apart the darkness. Every swing and pause fell between the sounds of the drums, and it seemed as if they were being tempered in the air.

One palm was like a hammer, hitting his spirit and will.

The closer they got to each other, the more Long Sheng felt a majestic repulsive force coming towards them.

The young man wearing the red robe of the Tantric Cult seemed to blend in with the surrounding night sky. Instead, he seemed to have become an outlier in this dark environment.

He must be driven away by hammering and forging again and again, in order to destroy the master's conception of the transformation of heaven and man.

boom!

At this moment, the golden light flourished.

A golden dragon phantom rose from behind the Dragon Saint, firmly suppressing everything around him and pushing back the increasingly violent momentum.

Wei Tao couldn't help but pause in his steps.

The major acupoint nodes in the body immediately exploded, breaking through the limit of fifty sections of turtle and snake crosses and exerting them with all their strength, and then superimposing the Yin and Yang artistic conception comprehended by the Yin and Yang Ming Sutra and the True Interpretation Commentary, and suddenly an ancient and desolate Xuanwu virtual image appeared in the night sky, resisting the mountain-like Yue’s golden dragon spirit.

"Xuanwu Secret Technique, it turns out he is a master of the sect!"

"As expected, he is the leader of the sect and the first among the seven sects. The disciples in the sect can actually withstand the terrifying aura erupted by the leader of the Golden Dragon Tribe."

"Based on his age, he is definitely the Xuanwu Daozi. Even among the entire sect, he is a high-ranking, amazingly talented person!"

Huo Yan thought in his heart and was filled with shock.

Just when he was trying his best to circulate his energy and blood, trying to regain control of himself, he suddenly felt a splitting headache and his vision suddenly went dark.

When Huo Yan came back to his senses, he saw a fantastic and terrifying picture.

It made him feel confused and absurd.

There was also a bit of confusion and confusion.

He only saw the old man in black robe taking the last step, his muscles and tendons bulging, his figure rapidly growing taller, and in an instant it was higher than the stone-walled house. He looked like his body was covered with dark gold scales, which was terrifying and strange.

Especially the two arms that swelled abnormally were like a golden dragon probing its claws, tearing through the dark wind and snow, and suddenly falling down.

But that's not his focus.
To be continued...