In a mountainous forest on the border of northern Xinjiang, an old man with a dry body and a cold and strange aura sat squatting under a big tree. He reached out and scratched a few sparse hairs on the top of his head, and pulled at his wrinkled clothes. He looked wretched and trivial.
He chuckled. Not far from him, a dozen experts who looked strong gathered together with impatient expressions. After several days of waiting, their patience had been worn away.
"Aren't those people hiding in the forest and not coming out? When are we going to wait?"
"Who knows, there's no point in being anxious. Our Majesty said we won't go back unless we get rid of his brother. My whole family is still in His Majesty's hands. We have to wait even if it takes a long time."
Several people were talking in low voices. They came from the Southern Region and were good little masters from various countries. They came here for only one purpose, which was to remove a few thorns in the eyes of the people who gave them orders. Although they met a few along the way, the numbers were still different.
Far from it, there are more than just a few masters from various countries in the Southern Territory who have 'betrayed'.
The old man smiled obscenely after hearing this, "Don't worry, there will be plenty of opportunities for you to take action in a while." After everyone turned their attention to the old man in shock, they heard him continue, "The person you are waiting for is
It's coming." A sinister voice sounded. After saying that, he stood up and stood up straight, "Let's go, let's have a good meeting with those 'traitors' and let me catch a few test subjects..."
When he mentioned the words "test product", the strange aura on his body overwhelmed him, and all the dozen or so people present felt chills running down their spines and shook their bodies.
His experimental spirit has been deeply recognized by these people. After they entered the Mysterious Forest, several masters from the Southern Territory who were following them disappeared. The reason for their disappearance was that they became the experimental subjects of the old man, Xuanming Martial Saint.
, there is only one end...death!
They don't want to be tortured to death by Xuan Ming. Instead of doing this, they would rather fight to the death with their opponents.
"Lord Xuanming, should we lurk in advance?" Martial Saint Xuanming's words obviously meant that someone from the Southern Territory was approaching, and the people who came with him were not stupid. Originally, the best method was to lurk and assassinate.
, but now it seems that their whereabouts have been exposed, and for a while everyone is not sure whether to pay attention or to seek Wu Sheng's proposal.
The old man had a look of contempt on his face. He regarded himself as aloof and had no regard for these fellow travelers. Hearing that they didn't even have this little opinion, he looked down upon these people even more.
"Huh! There's no use ambushing anymore. Come up with me now to meet our enemy." Xuan Ming Martial Saint gritted his teeth and said, as if he had great hatred for his opponent.
"yes!"
For a moment, in the forest, a group of people were as fast as lightning. They were lifted up from the ground like flying arrows from a bow, and headed into the air under the leadership of Xuanming Martial Saint. For a time, the battle between the two sides was as fast as possible.
The speed is getting closer, and the war is about to break out!
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In the Western Region of the Martial God Continent, there were fierce battles and the situation of being attacked by enemies before and after. After the impact of the level beast tide, the Western Region ushered in the joint invasion of the Southern Region and the Northern Territory. For a time, the war was raging, the territory of the Western Region was getting smaller and smaller, and blood flowed like a river.
The corpses scattered all over the fields are not enough to illustrate the cruelty of the war.
In the northern border, in the palace, a young man in black sat quietly, with an unstoppable aura of arrogance and arrogance. He was as deep as a black dragon that has been lurking, waiting for the opportunity to hide in the sky.
Outside the palace, cronies rushed in, "King, the soldiers have occupied most of the land in the Western Region Zhenguo, and it is expected that they will be able to seize the rule of the Zhenguo before dark."
"Yes." The faint answer seemed to have been expected. Bai Shaosi was strategizing. At this moment, he was not worried that the Northern Territory could not swallow up the Western Region, because the most important battlefield was on the Southern Territory. Once the Western Territory was conquered by the Southern Territory and
Northern Xinjiang was swallowed up by attacks from both front and back, and the most important battlefields were in the entire Southern Region and Northern Xinjiang.
The confidant hesitated, as if there was something else he wanted to report, but without the king's approval, he couldn't say it on his own, because the matter he wanted to report had nothing to do with the battlefield.
"Is there anything else?" Bai Shaosi saw the hesitation of his confidant. The situation is urgent now. If other emergencies really happen, he must understand it as soon as possible and be prepared to respond.
"King Hui, there was a big battle in the Mysterious Forest in the back mountains of the northern border. It is estimated that there were as many as three martial saints participating in the battle. I wonder if it will affect the northern border's plan to invade the western region." Confidant General 1510 will understand.
Report the news as it arrives.
When Bai Shaosi heard this, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Three Martial Saints participating in the battle?" He immediately thought of the Blood-Red Martial Saint and the Powerful Martial Saint in the forest, as well as the 'killer' sent by the Southern Territory, the Xuanming Martial Saint.
Based on this, I'm afraid the three of them are really matched up. I don't know what the current situation of Yanhua Forest and his party who are following my uncle is.
Bai Shaosi immediately thought of Long Yanhua's white horse. If it weren't for BMW Mingyue's footsteps, he wouldn't have been able to rush back to Northern Xinjiang as soon as possible to strategize. Speaking of Mingyue BMW, Bai Shaosi could clearly feel Mingyue's speed.
It was much faster than when I first saw it, and even compared with his black horse, it was not far behind. I really don’t know how the Long family raised horses, but they were able to raise the horse beyond its own ultimate strength.
Little did they know that during the time when Long Yanhua and Mingyue were together, Mingyue was affected by the spiritual energy of Long Yanhua, and the gradual transformation of his body had exceeded the highest strength of his bloodline. If he continued to follow Long Yanhua,
The birth of a new generation of BMW is not a problem. Spiritual power is something comparable to the best elixir for the entire Martial Saint Continent. If you use the best elixir to feed a horse, it will be so luxurious that even a person in a high position will feel sorry for the meat.
pain.
"King, can you send troops to encircle the battle situation?" The confidants saw in disbelief the scene where the new generation king of Northern Xinjiang was in a daze. In the urgent situation of the battle, such a thing was simply impossible to happen, but it was actually done.
in front of his eyes.
A reminder finally brought Bai Shaosi back to his senses, and he calmed down, "No need, I'll tell you to go down and wait until the battle over there is over, and give a good reception to the two martial saints who came to my northern border, and the Long family family."
"yes!"
As the cronies went down, Bai Shaosi took the time to pause again, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said in his heart, Long Yanhua, Long Yanhua, now you should know the meaning of the Qiankun ring. Northern Xinjiang's
Princess...except for you, there is no one else qualified to do this.
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On the border of northern Xinjiang, over the Mysterious Forest of Mianshan, Long Yanhua stood on the back of a bird and bear and looked down. Everywhere he could see the collapse, collapse, and fragmentation of towering trees. The fight between the Martial Saints was like three invincible meat grinders.
Powerful, rampaging, head-to-head combat, intuitive, violent, and powerful, it makes people's blood rush and their blood boil.
Long Yanhua finally saw clearly who Xuanming Martial Saint was. A short, stooped, wretched old man who seemed to be vulnerable to a blow, but now he was fist-fighting with the Blood-red Martial Saint and the mighty Martial Saint.
The shadow that greeted me was really that old man.
Lin Weiwu's fighting style is arrogant and violent. In addition to his tyrannical strength, the Blood Red Martial Saint has a somewhat ethereal appearance, while the Xuanming Martial Saint is weird, with a ghostly figure, and does not act according to common sense.
Many times, he was able to save the day when two martial saints jointly attacked him.
Three martial saints, three different styles, and three different feelings in addition to violence. At least in Long Yanhua's view, the masters in this world do not just seek absolute power. Their fighting styles also have their own unique characteristics.
Feel it inside.
In addition to the three Martial Saints, the masters from the Southern Territory also started a big melee. There were more than 20 masters on Long Yanhua's side, and there were more than ten people brought by Martial Saint Xuanming. In the situation of huge disparity in numbers,
Next, one side in the melee was obviously a 'betrayer' from the Southern Territory. The masters from the Southern Territory side suppressed the 'killers' sent by the Southern Territory. Winning the war was only a matter of time.
"Kick-kick-kick-kick-kick~~~ It turns out that Lin Weiwu and Xuehong only have this little strength. If that's the case, you just have to scream for your lives!" Xuan Ming Martial Saint's body pushed away in a sharp taunting voice.
, Such a provocation immediately made Lin Weiwu even more irritable, his fists were furious, and every blow landed with full strength.
"How dare you stand up to the two of us?! You are simply looking for death!" Xuehong was merciless, his eyes became colder, and his actions became more urgent. He guessed that Xuan Ming Martial Saint just used words to provoke the two of them, so that they would be defeated.
The two were angry and found an opening for them to take action, but he thought wrongly. Even though Lin Weiwu was easily irritable, he Xuehong was a deep master.
"Hmph! I'll show you the power of my evil poison!" A cold light flashed from the corner of Xuanming Martial Saint's eyes, and a black gourd suddenly appeared in his hand. The gourd was only half the size of a palm. He was careful when taking it out.
The eager expression on his face seemed to be eager to use it, but at the same time he was also wary. It was obvious that when the so-called evil poison was used, even he might be affected.
"You want to fool me? Do you think I will believe it? You are just struggling to death!" Lin Weiwu did not follow Xuanming Martial Saint's tricks and took action without any scruples. The Blood-red Martial Saint wanted to stop him for a moment, but he also
It was too late. Seeing Lin Weiwu charging forward, he shook his head helplessly and followed. Even if something unexpected happened, he thought that with his strength and Lin Weiwu's, the two of them could work together to resolve the issue.
.
"Since you are looking for death, I will help you!" Xuanming Martial Saint's face showed a sarcastic look. He gently opened the stopper of the black gourd in his left hand, pointed his mouth in the direction of Lin Weiwu and Xue Hong, and slapped hard with his right hand.
Hulu Di, "Go to hell!"
He was full of confidence, thinking that his poison could easily kill the two martial saints!