Chapter 389 You only have three days

Style: Fantasy Author: three preserved eggsWords: 3749Update Time: 24/01/12 20:37:18
"It's really you!"

Gan Muyun obviously didn't understand Zhong Wen's complicated emotions. He jumped out of the crowd excitedly, with an elegant figure, like a butterfly, and landed lightly in front of him. He asked with a smile, "Why are you here?" ?”

"I-I'm here for sightseeing." Zhong Wen replied with a dry smile, occasionally glancing at Ning Jie from the corner of his eye.

I saw a meaningful smile on Ning Jie's pretty face, but it was impossible to tell what her mood was.

Zhong Wen felt a thump in his heart and felt even more uneasy.

"When you arrive at the Tianying Mountains, why don't you come and see our Dala tribe? You can also let me fulfill my friendship as a landlord." Gan Muyun didn't know his little thoughts, and said enthusiastically, "The scenery at Tianying Peak is comparable to This Snow Wolf Peak is much more beautiful!"

"So you are a member of the Dala tribe." Zhong Wen had a look of surprise on his face. He pointed at two groups of people in the distance and asked, "Are those from your tribe?"

He knew that Gan Muyun was from an ethnic minority on the Xiqi border, but he didn't know which ethnic group she belonged to. When he heard that she was from the hospitable Dala tribe, it suddenly made sense.

"Those on the left are our brothers and sisters from the Dara tribe." Gan Muyun shook his head slightly and said, "Those on the right who control snakes, scorpions and poisonous insects are from the Kuntu tribe."

Speaking of the words "Kuntu tribe", Gan Muyun frowned slightly, with a rare look of disgust on his face.

"You seem to be in some trouble?" Zhong Wen glanced at the two groups of people in the distance who were at war with each other, and thought as if he had some idea, "Do you want to help?"

"No, our two clans have been fighting for many years. We know each other well and cannot suffer any loss." Gan Muyun showed a hint of confidence on his face, "When there is a conflict later, if any brothers or sisters are injured, I wonder if I can ask you for some 'magic medicine' ?”

"That's natural." Zhong Wen smiled and nodded, "As long as you are not killed on the spot, I guarantee that all your people will be safe."

"Thank you!" Gan Muyun smiled sweetly, his clear eyes curved into two crescents, like sunshine breaking through the haze. Not to mention Zhong Wen, even Ning Jie beside him couldn't help but feel a movement in his heart, feeling that he had never seen it before Such a pure and brilliant smile.

"Zhong Wen, who is this girl...?" Looking at Gan Muyun's graceful figure as she turned away, Ning Jie finally couldn't help but ask.

"Her ethnic name is too long, and I can't remember it clearly, but Daqian's name is Gan Muyun." Zhong Wen quickly explained with a flattering smile, "She and I once fought together against the Fulong Empire on the Xiqi battlefield. The army can be regarded as comrades-in-arms.”

"What a fairy-like person!" Ning Jie sighed.

"It's just so-so." Zhong Wen flattered against his will, "Compared with my sister, it's too far behind."

"Am I just a jealous woman in your heart?" Ning Jie was angry and amused after hearing this. She couldn't help but stretched out her slender hand and patted his chest gently, "Don't say she is a comrade, even if she is you What about women? You come from a sect with so many beauties like Piaohua Palace, can you still be expected to treat me well for the rest of your life?"

"Sister, I..." Zhong Wen blushed and mumbled.

"As long as you have me in your heart." Ning Jie gently held Zhong Wen's hand and said softly, "Sister, I will be satisfied."

Zhong Wen looked at the serious expression on Ning Jie's pretty face, and was moved in his heart. He squeezed Ning Jie's tender pussy with a little force in his hand and said, "Sister, even though I, Zhong Wen, am wrong in all my ways, I am by no means a heartless person. Since we We are in love, and I will definitely treat you well in the days to come and never let you suffer any injustice."

"I believe you." Ning Jie's eyes were full of charm, and her beautiful face was filled with a goddess-like brilliance.

Zhong Wen's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't hold it anymore. He put his hands around the beauty's waist, used a little force to pull her delicate body closer to him, and was about to kiss her cherry mouth.

"Ding!"

There was a sound of gold and iron clashing, bringing the two of us back to reality.

Zhong Wen turned around and saw that the Dara tribe and the Kuntu tribe, who were still confronting each other before, had already sent out one person each to fight together.

The person fighting on the side of the Dara tribe was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his early fifties, wearing a red, yellow and green coat, and holding a thin sword.

Standing above the man's head is a four-foot-long black-brown mountain eagle. Its curved hook-shaped beak is open and it keeps making shrill sounds. It seems that it is about to swoop away at any time and use its sharp claws to tear apart the enemy below. Crush.

But the person sent by the Kuntu tribe was an old man with gray hair and wrinkled skin.

The old man's face is full of vicissitudes of life, his body is stooped, he is dressed in blue, black and gray floral clothes, holding a curved iron staff in his hand, and there is a long king cobra coiled beside him.

This king cobra is about one foot long. Its bright yellow body is interspersed with black stripes. Its head is raised high, its mouth is wide open, revealing two sharp fangs, and its scarlet tongue swallows and spits out, showing its fierce look. , in a tense confrontation with the mountain eagle above.

Neither the eagle nor the snake took the lead in attacking, but the air between the two spiritual beasts was extremely solemn and dangerous.

Compared with the caution of the two spiritual beasts, the middle-aged man and the old man could no longer restrain themselves, and each used their weapons to fight together.

Based on Zhong Wen's cultivation at this time, it can be seen that the cultivation of both sides has reached the peak of Tianlun. In the world, he can be regarded as a top master, a powerful existence capable of establishing a sect.

The middle-aged man danced a long sword very fast, turning countless silver lights and shadows in front of him. His moves were very subtle and tricky. Each sword was pointed directly at the gap between the white-haired old man's iron staff. Occasionally, the swords and staffs met, and he He can also skillfully use the rapier in his hand to gain strength, without giving the opponent any chance to fight head-on. He is actually a rare master of swordsmanship.

Although the speed of the iron staff of the white-haired old man was a bit slower, it was powerful and heavy, and the wind was strong. Occasionally, stones and trees around were struck by the iron staff, and they were immediately shattered into pieces and the debris was scattered everywhere.

Neither of them used their spiritual power to transform, but the battle was actually more dangerous. If either party was slightly negligent, they would fall into a situation of irreversible danger.

In the blink of an eye, the two Tianlun masters had already performed four to five hundred moves. Zhong Wen was keenly aware that the Kuntu elder's physical strength seemed to have declined, and his moves were no longer as smooth as before.

Naturally, the middle-aged man in the game would not miss the opportunity. He saw the opportunity and stabbed out with his sword. The slender sword body shook rapidly at a frequency that could not be seen clearly by the naked eye, and cleverly hit the old man holding the iron. The right wrist of the staff.

"Clang!"

The old man was in pain and let out a scream. The iron staff came out of his hand and fell to the ground.

The King Cobra guardian on the side was eager and finally stopped hesitating. He made a "hissing" sound in his mouth, shook his neck, and pounced towards the middle-aged man.

However, the mountain eagle above the man seemed to have expected it. It flapped its wings, drew a dark brown shadow in the air, and swooped down towards the King Cobra.

The middle-aged man leaned slightly to dodge the King Cobra's attack. He changed his sword moves and went straight to the old man's face, intending to win the battle in one fell swoop.

Seeing that the middle-aged man had the absolute upper hand, the people of the Dara tribe had a look of joy on their faces as they saw that victory was certain. However, unexpectedly, a vast and majestic momentum suddenly surged out from the crowd opposite, and was instantly enveloped in it. On the young man and the mountain eagle.

The middle-aged man felt that the spiritual power in his body was stagnant and he could not move. His whole body was stiff and he could not move for a while.

The mountain eagle's originally fast speed seemed to be affected, and its figure paused slightly in the air.

With just such a moment's pause, King Cobra perfectly captured the opportunity.

It twisted its body, accelerated suddenly, and appeared in front of the middle-aged man in an instant. It opened its mouth and bit the man's left arm. Its sharp fangs tore through the clothes and pierced the man's skin.

"Chrollo!"

The people of the Dara tribe had never expected such a change. They screamed and panicked for a while.

At this time, the mountain eagle had come to its senses and jumped down suddenly. A pair of sharp claws accurately caught the King Cobra seven inches away. He opened the fangs biting the middle-aged man's arm.

Although the king cobra was defeated by the mountain eagle, the middle-aged man's body had been injected with poison. At this time, his face was blue and shaky, as if he was about to collapse at any time.

"It was agreed to be a one-on-one contest, but you asked the Spirit Lord to help." Gan Muyun's face flushed with anger and he said loudly, "Could it be that God Kuntu's teachings made you break your word and go back on your word? "

The rest of the Dara people were also very angry and scolded him repeatedly.

"Bande girl, you are still so naive, just like your father Vegiert."

An old voice came from the Kuntu tribe.

Immediately afterwards, an old man with gray hair and also wearing a blue, black and gray coat separated from the crowd and walked out slowly.

The old man's complexion was rosy in the darkness, and his eyes were piercing. He seemed to be younger than the old man who controlled the King Cobra before, but he exuded a powerful and terrifying aura. He looked at Da. The eyes of the La people were full of contempt and pity, like a peerless king overlooking a group of weak ants.

"Kutaka, have you advanced to the level of Spirit Master?" Gan Muyun said coldly with a hint of surprise in his beautiful eyes.

"Yes, just a week ago, I broke through the natural chasm and stepped into the supreme spiritual realm." The old man known as "Kutaka" showed a look of pride on his face, "From now on, the Kuntu tribe There is no longer an equal relationship with the Dara tribe, and you have no choice but to surrender to me."

"Don't even think about it!" Gan Muyun widened his clear eyes and resolutely refused, "Our Dara people only worship the Dara God and will never surrender to ethnic groups with different beliefs."

"Don't answer too quickly. You might as well go back and convey my words to Vegeert." Kutaka smiled slightly, with a calm and calm expression. "I'll give you three days. If you figure it out, you can marry my youngest son." With Kutsi as my wife, our two families will turn enemies into friends from now on and unite under my command, Kutaka. Otherwise, don’t blame my ruthless men for bloodbathing your Dara clan."

"Asshole! It's just a dream for a loser like Kutsi to marry Bande!" A young man from the Dara tribe shouted angrily, pulled out the big knife from behind, jumped in front of Kutaka, and slashed hard in front of his eyes. This is the leader of the Kuntu tribe.

"Didi, come back!" Gan Muyun couldn't help being shocked when he saw that the young man was so impulsive and actually provoked the spiritual master with a cultivation level that was not as good as the Heavenly Wheel, and he shouted softly.

However, before she finished speaking, Kutaka raised his right arm and waved lightly, and the young man named "Didi" immediately flew backwards, and his strong body hit the mountain wall hard.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the bones on Didi's back shattered instantly, blood surged from his mouth, his eyes were lifeless, his face was gloomy, and he was dying.

"You only have three days." Kutaka lightly brushed his right sleeve, as if he had just swatted a fly to death, and said lightly, "Which is more important, faith or life, think carefully. let's go!"

After that, he turned around, kicked off his legs, and jumped into the air. Under the admiring eyes of the Kuntu people, he took long strides and walked towards the bottom of the mountain.

A group of Kuntu tribesmen followed closely and soon disappeared from the sight of Gan Muyun and others.

After Kutaka and others left, the middle-aged man Chrollo, who was bitten by a poisonous snake, finally couldn't hold on anymore. He swayed and fell to the ground with a "plop", his face was covered with black energy, and his hands were covered with blood. His eyes were closed tightly and he had lost consciousness.

Everyone hurried forward to investigate and saw that both Chrollo and Didi were suffering from less air intake and more air output. They were already irreparable. Thinking of Kutaka's terrifying strength, they all felt heavy, feeling that the future of the Dara tribe was in jeopardy. It's bleak, with no hope in sight.

Some of the mentally fragile tribesmen could not restrain their emotions and couldn't help crying loudly.

Gan Muyun squeezed Chrollo's cold right hand and tried his best to hold back the tears in his eyes. He was about to comfort his tribe with a forced smile when he heard a gentle and familiar voice coming from his ear: "Can I Look at their injuries?"

Just such a simple word made her wake up instantly, and the light of hope rekindled in her beautiful eyes.