The Yunhe Tribe under the snow is covered with white scattered white. The snow covers the tombs on the mountain, as if it also takes away the death energy of the Yunhe Tribe.

Even though we knew that the war was coming, this snow finally awakened their sleeping hearts and was a kind of vitality.

The snow in the tribe was not cleaned, because before they could clean it, they were piled up by the innocent children of this tribe into snowmen. Just like the warriors in the Yunhe tribe, they guarded their homes indifferently.

Yunyan opened the window and looked at the snowflakes falling outside, looking a little dazed. She seemed to be sighing at the passage of time, and seemed to be recalling something. Over the past year, she changed a lot. But even she herself couldn't say what she had changed.

Compared to these children, Amao lost his innocence in his eyes. Unlike Yun Yan, he knew that his changes over the past year were his mind. Even though he had a little yearning in his eyes, he was more determined.

He knew clearly in his heart that war was coming. The patriarch's words also echoed in his mind at this moment. He held a bow tightly in his hand, and the bow did not seep out of cold light, but an invisible aura was emitted on his body. This aura was a kind of evil spirit or a choice.

He must be as brave as his father!

The heavy snow lasted for several days, and finally stopped and began to melt. During this melting, among the peaks that were burned into coke, some vegetation with life still began to ignite branches under the supply of water sources. It added the original vitality to the bare mountain. And in the Yunhe Tribe, the light curtain still exists. At this moment, when the heavy snow stopped, and when the early spring was approaching, the clan leader summoned most of the people with cultivation in the Yunhe Tribe and injected them with their thoughts on the light curtain, so that the protection level of the light curtain was not only not weak at all, but was increasing day by day.

Old Wan looked out the window. This was something he had to do every morning. Even though he had lost his soul, his eyes seemed extremely agile. He looked at the sky with a hint of yearning. Even under this yearning, he took his gaze from the sky and looked at the tribe people who were rushing into the field with a hoe.

He saw hope in these people, and at the same time, he also saw desire...

They long to harvest the rice they planted when the autumnal equinox comes. They long to harvest the rice they planted. After the early spring comes, their Yunhe tribe is still in the current situation, busy and comfortable.

However, time waited for no one, and the war finally arrived as scheduled.

When spring came, there was a clear idea that there were dark clouds in the sky, but if you looked carefully, it was not a dark cloud, but a few figures galloping together, heading towards the Yunhe Tribe.

The patriarch seemed to have been waiting for this moment for a long time. He stood on the wooden platform with a faint expression.

After a year, the injuries on his body have been almost recuperated. At this moment, he stood with his hands behind his back, and his clothes fluttered in the wind. However, as these people gradually approached, a thick breath was released on his body, and a little more stern in his deep eyes.

Even all the people with cultivation in Yunhe tribe who were at this moment looked up at the sky. They were holding weapons in their hands, wearing armor, and were full of energy. They looked like they were always ready. In fact, they had already been ready a few days ago.

These figures of galloping towards the sky stood above the Yunhe Tribe after a few breaths. The dense crowds blocked the sunshine that was scattered on the Yunhe Tribe. Among those figures, they were making a way out and walking out of the man wearing a mask.

His figure did not change at all, and his expression remained the same. The only difference was that the aura emitted from his body made the clan leader clearly feel that in a year, this person's cultivation level was much thicker.

Looking down at the Yunhe Tribe, the man wearing a mask was silent and saw that Mr. Wan had just pushed open the door and walked towards him. The person who remembered the Yunhe Tribe the most clearly was Mr. Wan.

"You who have lost your soul are not dead... In my impression, you should have died long ago."

After seeing the appearance of Mr. Wan, the silent man wearing a mask said jokingly.

Old Wan was in his best condition. He looked at the sky with his hands behind his back, looked at the speaker, smiled indifferently, and said, "As long as the Yunhe tribe is still there, how could I leave?"

The masked man said, "Since that's the case, I will fulfill you. If you lose your cultivation, it will be a pain for you to live."

Mr. Wan took a step forward and said, "The word pain has long stopped me."

The masked man suddenly laughed, and then there was a bit of murderous intent in his indifferent eyes. He glanced at the tribes and said, "It seems that your Yunhe tribe has been fully prepared in this year. The members have increased a lot, but sadly, even if there are tens of thousands of members, your Yunhe tribe will eventually perish... Even now, you seem to have been well prepared."

After this person finished speaking, a sudden vibration came from the Red Flame Peak. The vibration was filled with deep shouts, which made the people of the Yunhe Tribe stunned. While their eyes were sighing, they turned to the valley in the distance. In that valley, they saw that countless tribes were coming here like ants.

The clan leader's expression changed slightly, but immediately recovered, he looked at the masked man and said, "Look at this, your Seven Evil Tribe is going to destroy my Yunhe Tribe in one fell swoop?"

The man wearing a mask smiled proudly, but it did not show it, and said, "Yes, since this protective light curtain is arranged by your thoughts, I can naturally smash it with the thoughts of my tribe. Moreover, today, I will not let the people of the Yunhe tribe surrender, because your tribe's life... I have all taken!"

"This is too early!"

Hearing this, the patriarch shouted in a deep voice, his body flashed immediately, and his palm suddenly grabbed the void, and a bow and arrow suddenly appeared in his palm with a cold light, causing him to jump out of the light curtain, and when he was opening the bowstring at the masked man, as the buzzing sound of the bowstring came out, an arrow shot out.

As the patriarch rushed out, Erhun suddenly shouted: "Brothers, kill one, kill one, kill two, make money!"

After the deep shout fell, Erhun suddenly jumped out of the light curtain. Behind him, almost all the tribes with cultivation jumped out of the light curtain together, galloping in the air, and fighting against the figure standing in the air at this moment.

Of course, there are also some tribes who are rushing towards those people from the Seven Evil Tribe who are coming quickly. They gallop one by one, exuding the aura of cultivation, and their eyes are crazy. After a year, their first battle!

The man wearing a mask did not retreat, but looked at the arrow from the clan leader, his expression became cold, and his palm suddenly waved his hand in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "It seems that your injury has recovered well. Your cultivation is still vulnerable!"

As his deep shout fell, his palm suddenly grabbed the void. Under this grab, the void ahead suddenly became distorted. Under this twist, it was like a certain law of heaven and earth being activated, causing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to condense quickly. Under this condensation, it instantly turned into an arc-shaped transparent circle.

"Bang!"

Almost as soon as this transparent circle appeared, the sharp arrows emitted from the clan leader's hand suddenly hit the transparent circle. With the sound of a boom, the sharp arrow suddenly turned into nothingness and merged into the void. The expression of the man wearing a mask also changed slightly.

Because at this moment, a sensation of pain and numbness suddenly came from his palm, which made him subconsciously take two steps back.

After retreating, his eyes suddenly became surprised. He looked at the patriarch opposite and said in a deep voice: "I really underestimate you."

As soon as this person finished speaking, his fingers flicked, the sharp sword that oozed out of the cold light suddenly appeared in his palm, causing his body to suddenly take a step forward, and the void trembled, and a thick pressure suddenly burst out from his body and slapped the patriarch, causing the patriarch to subconsciously take two steps back.

As the steps retreated, the patriarch seemed to be ready to die. He gritted his teeth and suddenly raised the bow in his hand. When an arrow was shot out, the man wearing a mask only pointed his sword indifferently, and immediately smashed the galloping arrow into the air.

"Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" "Swoosh!"

As the sharp arrows were crushed, the clan leader jumped and the sword fired several sharp arrows. But these sharp arrows were all crushed by the sharp swords in the hands of the masked man.

This man stepped forward and approached the clan leader again. His speed was so fast that before the clan leader could react, the sharp sword in his hand had already stabbed the clan leader's arm. Under this prick, the clan leader had no time to do any countermeasures. The pain from his arm made him feel clearly that the thick power emitted from the sharp sword quickly shuttled through his body. While he spewed out a mouthful of blood, his body staggered back in the air.

At the same time, under the light curtain, Yun Yan saw this scene, which made her grit her teeth, hold the sharp arrow, and rushed out of the light curtain like an arrow, and began to fight with the people from the Seven Evil Tribe on the ground.

In an instant, the blood was surging and the smell of blood spread.

A Mao sat in front of his home door, holding the arrow without the cold light in his hand. He was dressed in a simple manner and did not feel cheered up because of the cold weather. Instead, he had a determination in his eyes. When Yun Yan rushed out of the light curtain, facing the death of tribes, he did not feel afraid at all, but at this moment, he thought of the dead father!

"I want to be as brave as my dad!"

At a certain moment, A Mao suddenly shouted in a deep voice. Even though he had no cultivation at all, when the first thunder sounded, his footsteps moved quickly, and rushed towards the enemy ahead with the madness in his eyes.
Chapter completed!