Darkness covers the sky.
The water in the wild river seemed to be frozen, and it was silent. Only a few bonfires were almost extinguished.
"Brother, can we win?"
Mang Yu's voice trembled, and his chubby little hands grasped the corner of his brother's animal skin clothes tightly. His fair little face was covered with sweat. To the young and immature people, such an existence was like a demon, and their muscles were stiff. It was impossible to Can't move even half an inch.
"It must be possible, I believe it." Mangfeng's tone was dry, and his tongue was almost stiff, but he still held his head stubbornly, his young blood burning more than ever.
"Dark creatures, return to the cave!"
Fushan said coldly, there is still gray Nether blood on the dark war spear that has not dried up. It comes from a powerful Lord of the Nether Clan. This is a kind of deterrence. The Tianlu Guards cannot retreat. They retreat. These garrison troops What reason do the descendants of the sages of Tianlu have to continue fighting? They have their homeland in the human world, their ancestral land.
"You, a mere guarding venerable, are trying to intimidate us."
Among the seven dark creatures, the Lord of the Nether Tribe had a cold tone. Big gray horns curled up on his head, and the four Nether Snakes coiled around his shoulders spit out gray letters. He looked extremely ferocious, and his gray pupils fell into Fushan's hand. On his war spear, he said: "You are stained with the blood of our strong men, and I will bury you here today."
boom!
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the Lord of the Underworld took action. He was quite domineering and fierce. He raised one foot and stepped down towards Lord Fushan.
The dark power of the underworld surged, and there were traces intertwined. As the sole of the foot fell, the void for miles around became gray, and the wind whimpered, just like the wailing of the struggling souls in the Styx.
The originally quiet and vast river has sunken for more than ten miles, exposing the cold river bed. The river bed also sank silently, and a terrifying footprint suddenly appeared, and the surrounding area seemed to be corroded. There was a stench.
"How brave!"
Fushan shouted loudly, his eyebrows raised, and the dark war spear was swung out like a mountain ridge. Dark yellow marks appeared on the spear body. The void exploded, the air was torn, and a pale air wave was set off, like a real dragon coming out of the sea. , soaring upward.
clang!
The collision between the war spear and the sole of the foot produced a magnificent metallic trembling sound, and a large area of brilliant sparks bloomed. Centered on the two, dense, pale cracks appeared in the air in a radius of ten miles.
Neither the Lord of the Underworld nor Fushan retreated. After one blow, both of them felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and then turned into two bolts of lightning, and started a fierce battle on the vast river.
Many people from the Dahe tribe are trembling, but also showing signs of longing. They long for power and want to become stronger so that they can stay at the forefront of the tribe in the future and fight with the strong men of the dark race for the hard-won glimmer of life.
The old patriarch's eyes suddenly changed because he discovered that the remaining six dark warriors all fell on Su Qinian by the Desolate River.
"The inheritor of light, with such pure light breath, no wonder he can punch a punch that is comparable to the earth-opening realm. It's such a disgusting aura."
The Lord from the ghost tribe spoke in a gloomy tone, his body as dark as ink, and in the depths of his gray pupils, it seemed like two hells were spinning. He said in a cold voice: "There are also fallen angels. Kneel down now, abandon the light and turn to darkness, and return to the world." There is a way to survive."
The Vampire Lord with a pair of purple bat wings and a hook-like tail licked his scarlet tongue and said faintly: "Maybe it will be a good dark seed."
One breath, two breaths, three breaths passed...
The Venerable Blood Tribe, who was as handsome as a young man but had an evil temperament all over his body, chuckled: "Venerable Ghost Tribe, this young expert from the Human Tribe seems not to have listened to your words."
"Ant." "Kneel down." "Suicide."
These are the three sages from the demon clan. They spoke at the same time with cold tones. They all looked the same, but they were three brothers of the same body. All three of them had rough bodies, two towering demon horns on their heads, and dreamy purple demon eyes. , seems to be sucking everyone's attention in, and falling into the devil's path.
The whole body was shrouded in black mist, and the majestic young venerable of the dark giant clan was silent. His black hole-like eyes were as big as lamps, and he stared coldly at everything in front of him.
At this moment, the face of the Ghost Clan Lord's face darkened, his gray pupils stared at Su Qinian, and he said coldly: "Didn't you hear what I said?"
"Have you finished speaking?" Su Qinian raised his eyebrows slightly and said calmly.
Um?
The Lord of the Ghost Clan raised his eyebrows, what kind of tone was this? At this moment, they were clearly standing in mid-air, but from the young man's mouth, he could clearly hear a hint of overlooking.
At the next moment, Su Qinian's voice sounded again: "After that, we'll be on our way."
What!
The Venerable Ghost Clan was startled and saw a scene he would never forget.
boom!
The fist light that had previously stunned the sky reappeared, and the ancient battle blood as red as red clouds bloomed with immeasurable light, like the sky and sea rolling back, surging forward.
It was too fast, the light of the fist was like a rainbow, faster than lightning, and it submerged the ghost clan leader in one fell swoop. Without losing its momentum, with a roar, the darkness shrouding the sky was torn apart again, and a pale pillar of air stood tall. Between the sky and the earth, there is a thickness of several miles. It is the air shattered by the light of the fist, which naturally emits scorching light and heat.
And in mid-air, there was nowhere to be found the figure of the ghost clan venerable.
As for the other five Dark Lords, they retreated for several miles as soon as the light of the fist appeared. The hairs on their bodies stood up and they stared at the young people on the bank of the wild river. This kind of boxing technique was simply terrifying and had terrifying power. With such extreme speed, even the young venerable of the dark giant clan standing in the black mist had a look of concentration in his black hole-like eyes, because he realized that if it were him, he would probably have no other choice but to resist. .
Can't hide, can't avoid!
On the vast river, Fushan and the Lord of the Nether Clan, who were originally fighting fiercely, were separated by several miles. They both looked frightened and uncertain. Especially Fushan, his heart was swaying at this moment. This punch was too strong to melt the soul. In the realm, he fired such a mighty fist light, killing a ghost clan lord who was at least the fourth step of the Earth Realm, and evaporated in the air. This was no longer something that ordinary strong seeds could do. Fushan could not suppress his heart. Four words appeared on the ground.
The most powerful seed!
He was a little excited. The Heavenly Road Border was shrouded in darkness and killing everywhere. How difficult it was to give birth to a powerful seed. It was also the strongest seed of another race. This young man was already qualified to enter there. If those adults preached, If you teach carefully, it may not necessarily take a hundred years. Another young and powerful person is born. Once he becomes a saint, it will be enough to eclipse all the saints. (Please subscribe, monthly pass.)
