These three black swords are so fast that they are in a way that the Crowshen tribe cannot understand, as if they shuttled through space, and Seta appeared in front of the Crowshen tribe's flying magic weapon.
The huge boat where the Wushen tribe was located slammed in the air, and thousands of eyes gathered on the three black swords in an instant. At this moment, the two sides were motionless in the air as if they were holding each other.
Purple rain was spilt all around, the wind with extinction vitality was whistling, and the chill was pressing, but this chill was insignificant compared with the killing intent of both parties at the moment.
As soon as they saw these three black swords, the eyes of the Crow God tribe all shrank, and nearly 10,000 people stood up. After too many wars, the Crow God tribe was used to life and death, and the evil spirit broke out in an instant. A gloomy look condensed on the three black swords.
No one speaks, there is no loud noise, there is just a dead silence and the shocking air that seems to affect the situation!
No matter which tribe the person came from, appearing in this abrupt way would definitely have a bad intention!
Almost at the same time when the evil spirits of the Wushen tribe people were set off, on the three black swords, there were seven or eight thousand Yuntian tribes and warriors' repairs, and all of them showed fierce brilliance in their eyes. Everyone was like a sheath. The sword, at this moment, murderous intent rose to the sky.
Scrolling the wind and clouds, distorting nothingness, these eight thousand warheads are like eight thousand sharp swords. At this moment, as their murderous aura spreads, there are also black sword prints on their eyebrows. During the movement, a special totem power was revealed.
In terms of momentum, the two tribes are evenly matched!
One is that Ximo has most of the subordinates of the ancestors of slashing spirits, and the war clan is well-known throughout Ximo. Although it is one of the thirteen tribes affiliated to Yuntian, if it is the battle power, even the main tribe of Yuncong is very against the war clan. Recognized.
And the other one is the long battle in the sky, experienced life and death, and gave rise to the crow god tribe that has transformed again and again. They survived a hundred battles and have been tempered into iron and blood!
At this moment, both tribes instantly felt the strength of each other. The 8,000 members of the tribe and war tribe affiliated to Yuntian are nearly 80% of the tribe. At this moment, they clearly saw the tribe from the Wushen tribe. Share in other tribes, rare warfare.
"This Crow God tribe, the entire tribe, has such a will, and the evil spirit is almost substantive!"
"Such a tribe can only be seen in most of the elite tribes. I didn't expect this crow god tribe to have such a momentum!" The war clan, the two middle-aged men beside Yu Zhou Dekun, were seeing Wu At the same time as the God Tribe, they felt the intrepidity from the Wu God Tribe, and their expressions were solemn.
Not only that, but all the members of the Zhan Clan, at this moment, felt the similarities with themselves from the members of the Wushen tribe.
Cold-blooded, cruel, and silent, these words can describe the Wu Shen Bu, or the war clan!
Similarly, in the eyes of the members of the Wushen tribe, the appearance of the war clan is very different from all the enemies they have encountered before. A pressure is enveloped, but under this pressure, the members of the Wushen tribe, But a stronger fighting spirit broke out.
There are as many as thirteen members of the Nascent Soul of the Wushen tribe at this moment. Besides the five members of Ouyunzi from the previous Eight-Medition Alliance, several wars have made the Wushen tribe even stronger in more than half a year.
Thirteen Yuanying monks, two late Yuanying, five middle Yuanying, and six people are early Yuanying. This kind of team makes the Wushen Alliance almost a medium-sized peak tribe and most of them without Spirit Slashing. between.
The Nascent Soul monks of the war clan are all accustomed to paying attention at this moment. The strength of the Wushen tribe has exceeded their previous expectations. They clearly understand that this battle... will be extremely tragic.
There was dead silence around, the two tribes stared at them, and the evil spirits collided invisibly, causing all directions to frantically. Just when the two sides... was about to happen, Meng Hao looked strange and looked at Zhou Dekun on the black sword in the middle.
Zhou Dekun also opened his eyes wide and looked at Meng Hao blankly.
The two were separated by hundreds of feet. You looked at me and I looked at you, and then they all showed wry smiles one after another.
"Kill!" The great sacrificial priest of the war clan next to Zhou Dekun did not notice the gaze between Zhou Dekun and Meng Hao. When the atmosphere was suppressed to the extreme, he suddenly spoke, and the sound of his voice broke the dead silence here.
But at the moment when the warriors and the clan members of the Wushen tribe behind him wanted to fight with all their strength in this low roar, Zhou Dekun jumped up and slapped the clan war high priest on the head.
"Shut up, did I let you go to war!"
"Stop it, damn it, the master is dead, this battle has been persuaded to be the master, I haven't spoken yet, who let you kill!" Zhou Dekun furiously thundered. At this critical moment, when this murderous intent broke out, their eyes seemed to tear everything apart, causing Zhou Dekun's mind to startle, but he quickly opened his eyes.
"Don't listen?" Zhou Dekun's voice became cold.
The high priest of the war clan raised his head suddenly, almost into anger, even though that slap on the head had no magic power, but in front of the tribe, this matter was like humiliation, but thinking of Zhou Dekun’s identity, the war clan father next to him Taking a step forward, looking at the clansmen around him, he gave a cold snort, and suddenly the clansmen of the war clans all retreated in silence.
"Master Zhou, please say further." The Zhan Clan clan father, the middle-aged man, was angry in his heart, but he didn't show it too much. He looked a little ugly at the moment and spoke slowly.
At the same time, at the moment when the war tribe was about to take action, all the tribe members of the Wushen tribe were also ready to go, but unlike the war tribe, Meng Hao did not speak, the tribe members of the Wushen tribe, Will never make a move.
This point also attracted the attention of the Zhan Clan Patriarch and the high priest. The two were shocked. They looked at each other, and they all saw each other's dignity.
For such a war tribe, they know how terrible they are.
Meng Hao stood up and stepped out in a flash. His appearance immediately aroused the vigilance of the warriors. Zhou Dekun snorted, his expression still arrogant, and then stepped out of the black sword and walked towards Meng Hao.
The two went straight to the sky above, turning into black spots in the blink of an eye.
In mid-air, the two tribes stared at each other with murderous intent at this moment, but they did not attack each other.
In the sky, looking at the two tribes, Meng Hao and Zhou Dekun had become black spots. After confirming that the tribes below could not hear the conversation between the two, Meng Hao smiled bitterly, looked at Zhou Dekun, and bowed his fists.
"Brother Zhou, after a long absence, the style remains the same..." Meng Hao quipped.
"Ahem..." Zhou Dekun looked at Meng Hao with a look of embarrassment and emotion.
"It's hard to see at a glance, you and my brothers and sisters, we had a goodbye in Southern Territory back then, but I didn't expect to meet again. It was here." Zhou Dekun said, there was a sigh, and his expression was full of reminiscence.
Meng Hao also sighed slightly, and could not help but reflect the past in his mind. Many years ago, the two went to the Qingluo Sect together. On the way back, they met the monk Motu. They could only scattered and flee. , That goodbye, meet again, it is Mo Tu, meet again, but it is in the land of West Desert.
"In Motu, that alchemist was you, right?" Zhou Dekun looked at Meng Hao and said with a wry smile. He also reacted afterwards. Only Meng Hao could think of such a strong person in alchemy.
Especially considering that Meng Hao always gave in in Motu Sacred Snow City, in order to preserve his reputation in Motu, Zhou Dekun was very grateful for this matter. This gratitude merged with the friendship of the year and turned into a long goodbye. Kindness.
It can be said that in this Ximo land, Meng Hao in front of him is his only relative.
Meng Hao looked at Zhou Dekun, he thought of Nanyu, thought of Master, Chu Yuyan, all the people of Zi Yunzong, and those close friends of Nanyu Li, the little fat man, and Chen Fan.
And... Xu Qing.
The faces of these people appeared in Meng Hao's mind, not blurred, but clearer, until Meng Hao understood that he... was homesick.
But the country of Zhao, where his home is located, is nowhere to be found, and only Southern Territory is left.
The two sighed and talked a lot, sometimes smiling, sometimes passionate, and sometimes recalling the same feeling back then, Meng Hao has had a lot of this feeling, and Zhou Dekun is the same.
They talked about their encounters with each other. Zhou Dekun was very surprised at Meng Hao, feeling like an extraordinary journey. Similarly, Meng Hao's experience with Zhou Dekun also felt like a legend.
"Elder Yuntian's alchemy... The status is comparable to a sacrificial ritual. He is a powerful person in the majority of Yuntian... Brother Zhou, I admire and admire it." Meng Hao listened to Zhou Dekun's introduction, and said with a smile.
Zhou Dekun laughed, becoming more proud.
Unknowingly, two hours have passed, and the two are here to reminisce about the past, but the two tribes in the middle of the air below have opposed for two hours.
The Wushen tribe is better, Meng Hao is their totem saint ancestor, all of them have absolute enthusiasm for Meng Hao, even if they wait for a long time, it doesn't matter.
But the war clan was different. At this moment, the clan father and the great sacrificial priest looked at each other, and they all saw the suspicion in each other's expressions. When they looked up, they looked at the dark spots in the sky. They didn't understand, Zhou Dekun. What kind of persuasion is going on, I will persuade for two hours in a row, and it’s dark...