"There is nothing impossible about this. Before fighting, you must know yourself and the enemy. The opponent's cultivation has reached the early stage of a true saint, and that young man's cultivation is only at the peak of a half-step true saint. The loss is not unfair." A master in the crowd said.
explained.
"It seems that your cultivation level is also very strong. How about you go up and blast the master from the Scale Horn Clan to pieces?" said a man next to the master.
"Me? Haha, I am no longer a younger generation of masters. If I take action, two people with strong cultivation in that team will also take action. I am afraid that one look from the other party will kill me directly." This master hehe.
Said with a smile.
"Are we supposed to just watch him continue to be arrogant?" Another person said with an angry look.
"Don't worry, there will definitely be experts who will take action." The expert said with a smile.
At this time, the young man from the Scale Horn tribe glanced at the crowd and said, "Who else wants to come and fight me?"
His eyes flashed with a cold light, which frightened everyone at once.
Although everyone was talking a lot, no one caught up. The peerless ferocious power of the Scale-Horn clan master just now had already suppressed everyone. Without the corresponding strength, they did not dare to go up.
"What a bunch of cowards." The young man from the Scale Horn clan gave everyone a mocking look.
"I'm so angry. These people from the Scaly Horns are really hateful. They're even more hateful than those from the Scaly Horns. Kill him."
"If we go together, I don't believe we can't kill him."
Many people roared and geared up to fight.
Suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted from a master of the Scale Horn Clan. The whole space seemed to have solidified, and huge pressure pressed on everyone's hearts.
Almost everyone felt it was difficult to breathe, and it felt like they were carrying a huge mountain on their backs.
"We, the Scale Horn Clan, have regulations with your human race. If we don't do anything to harm your human race, you are not allowed to do it with many people. Now it's a challenge. You can only do it one by one. Otherwise, don't blame me."
Let’s take action.” The expert from the Scale Horn Tribe glanced at everyone and said calmly.
Seeing the look in his eyes, many people shuddered, and no one started to speak again.
Since there was no one to challenge them, these ten experts from the Scale Horn Clan continued to move forward, as if they wanted to visit the entire Xiliang Sanctuary.
Of course, there are many people who are not afraid of death. Some people, even though they know that they are no match for the other person, still fight with them and eventually die miserably.
In just three days, no fewer than thirty people died among the young masters of the Scale Horn clan.
This incident shocked the entire Xiliang Sanctuary. All the younger masters in Xiliang Sanctuary looked angry.
"Is the Scale Horn clan arrogant or is our Xiliang Sanctuary cowardly?"
"Where have all the young masters of Xiliang Holy Land gone?"
"Is there no one left in our younger generation in Xiliang Sanctuary?"
"Are we supposed to just watch the younger generation of the Scale Horn clan continue to be so rampant?"
"No, we can't let this happen again, we must stand up and resist."
For a time, there was a lot of discussion in the entire Xiliang Sanctuary cultivation world. Many powerful masters went to Dengzhou City. They were preparing to kill the young masters of the Scale Horn Tribe and display their corpses to combat the arrogance of the young masters of the Scale Horn Clan.
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At this time, some people thought of Yuwen Zhouyuan, saying that he was not very old. If he had taken action, these masters of the Scale Horn Clan would have been dead long ago. However, Yuwen Zhouyuan never appeared, and some people could not help but express their concern for Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Zhou Yuan became dissatisfied, and some people even began to abuse Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Just when Yuwen Zhouyuan was pushed to the forefront, a piece of news came out. Yuwen Zhouyuan was not in the Xiliang Holy Land now, but went to other alien continents to kill aliens. When he comes back, he will definitely kill these people.
The arrogant young master of the Scale Horn clan.
There is no doubt that the people who spread this news must be the women who are close to Yuwen Zhouyuan on Fusohua Island.
As soon as this news came out, everyone realized that Yuwen Zhouyuan had been misunderstood. It turned out that it was not that he did not take action, but that he was gone and went to other alien continents to kill aliens.
Within half a day, many young masters from the Xiliang Sanctuary appeared in Dengzhou City, and they were all ready to challenge the younger masters from the Scale Horn Clan.
Perhaps because there are too many young masters in the Xiliang Sanctuary, the number of young masters from the Scale Horn Clan who can accept challenges every day is limited, with a maximum of three per day.
In fact, this is understandable. They are afraid that the younger generation of experts from Xiliang will come to fight. If that happens, they will be exhausted to death.
The sun shone brightly, shining brightly on the entire land, as if it had taken away the tragic haze of the war.
In Dengzhou City, on a wide road, a young man, dressed in white as snow, spotless, holding a long sword, walked forward. He was like a piece of ice, filled with air-conditioning. The figure looked particularly lonely, as if he was
The eagle soaring above the nine heavens is born to be a lonely existence.
He stared straight ahead, as if he was indifferent to everything on both sides and only had the goal in his eyes.
This young man created a unique landscape on this road, and no one will forget this scene.
He walked through an alley very fast, and in a few breaths he arrived at a square.
The square was crowded with people, and they were watching the battle between a young master from Xiliang and a young man from the Scale Horn Tribe.
The battle was extremely fierce. Fortunately, formations had been set up in this square. Otherwise, with their destructive power alone, the entire Dengzhou City would have been destroyed by them.
Fighting with the younger masters of the Scale Horn Tribe was a man wearing a blue robe. This man was almost nineteen hundred years old, not far from two thousand years old. He exuded a
The light blue light made the whole person feel like a breeze.
The breeze blew slowly, warm and gentle, but it contained great murderous intent.
The cultivation level of the young man from the Scale Horn Clan has reached the peak of the True Saint Early Stage, and the cultivation level of the man from Xiliang Sanctuary is also the same. The two of them seemed to be fighting equally well, and neither could do anything to the other.
"You are indeed very strong, but you still need to practice for a while if you want to defeat me." The young man from the Scale Horn tribe said with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
The attacks under his hands continued, and a stream of dark energy burst out from his hands, transforming into various types of attacks.
This young monk from the Xiliang Sanctuary seemed to have turned into a wisp of breeze between heaven and earth. He avoided the intensive attacks of the Scale Horn youth and at the same time exerted his own attack power. The wind blades were flying in the air, creating mysterious and incomparable strokes.
trajectory.
"Hmph, don't talk too loudly, otherwise you won't be able to end it in a while." The young man from Xiliang Sanctuary said coldly.
"Really? Then you try my attack, the magic sword kills you." The young man from the Scale Horn tribe shouted loudly, and the black energy surged in his hand. In an instant, it condensed into a black broadsword. This broadsword was so domineering,
It has a kind of demonic quality, as if it can directly cut into people's souls.
The black long knife trembled slightly, and the vibrating space was shaking. It was cut directly, and the space seemed to be divided into two halves.
"The clear breeze turns into rain." The young man in Xiliang's blue robe recited in a low voice. His voice was so gentle that it seemed to melt people.
As his voice fell, wisps of breeze blew up, making people want to immerse themselves in the gentleness. The wind turned into rain, and the raindrops fell down drop by drop, carrying a strange power.
The black energy in the black sword in the hands of the young man from the Scale Horn tribe continued to scatter, and in the blink of an eye, the power contained in it was less than 40%.
The breeze turned into rain, raindrops continued to fall, and the long black knife melted in an instant and disappeared.
Raindrops fell all-pervasively on the young man from the Scale Horn tribe. The raindrops seemed to weigh as much as a thousand pounds, clicking... The body of the young man from the Scale Horn tribe was cracked and covered with dense cracks, as if it was broken like porcelain.
Black and red blood continued to flow out.
"Victory...Victory..."
"We won."
Countless people from the Xiliang Sanctuary around cheered. The young man from the Scale Horn Tribe had been severely injured and lost his fighting ability. Many people showed excitement on their faces and were suppressed by these young people from the Scale Horn Tribe.
After a long time, now they have finally moved back to the game, how can they not be happy.
"Hmph, don't be too happy too soon." A young master from the Scale Horn clan who is in the middle stage of the True Saint said coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the face of the young man from Xiliang Sanctuary suddenly changed, his face flushed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was extremely pale, his body was unstable, and he almost fell to the ground.
"What's going on?"
"Why do our masters from Xiliang Sanctuary suddenly vomit blood?"
"It must be someone from the Scale Horn Clan who took action secretly. It's so shameless. It's so shameless. If you can't defeat us, then you do something secretly. Damn it."
Many people around him began to curse, and each of them looked at the Scaly Horn tribesman with anger in their eyes.
"This round, a draw, is because I was careless." The young man in the green robe of Xiliang Sanctuary stared at the young man from the Scale Horn Tribe who fought with him just now and said, and then left here.
"It's not a draw, it's us who won. The Scale Horns are so shameless." An angry roar sounded.
"It's a draw. Although his attack just now melted the opponent's black sword, a ray of sword energy took the opportunity to pour into his body. He didn't notice it at all. If he hadn't been so careless, we would have won this round.
That’s it.” A master in the crowd explained.
"is that so?"
"Is that really true?"
Many people held a dubious attitude and looked at the master with doubts in their eyes, as if they were wondering whether the master was a traitor to the human race and a lackey of the Scaled Horns.
"Is this the strength of the younger generation of masters from your human race, Xiliang Sanctuary? It's so disappointing to us. We don't even know how many battles we fought, and now it's a draw. You, the human race, have really failed," a young man from the Scale Horn clan looked at
Sweeping it away, he said coldly, with a hint of disappointment and ridicule on his face.
"These Scale-Horn clan masters are so arrogant, they are simply lawless."